
My steps are horses,
Roaming the plains.
My songs are birds,
Soaring over the trees.
My passionate heart runs free.
Blast from the Past:
I have a desire
Wants to break free from my chest
And fly far away
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
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Poems about navigating life

My steps are horses,
Roaming the plains.
My songs are birds,
Soaring over the trees.
My passionate heart runs free.
Blast from the Past:
I have a desire
Wants to break free from my chest
And fly far away

Watching laundry spin
Rolling up, only to fall
An endless cycle(Or at least for 30 minutes, but after that load is done, there always seems to be another load.)
Blast from the Past:
Pleasure comes and goes
Followed by melancholy,
An endless cycle

Each time we breathe in
It is a gift that grounds us
Back into the earth
Blast from the Past:
It’s strange how easy
It is to lose our ground for
Everything we have

We evolve based on
Our cycles, no sooner, no later
Than our own time
Blast from the Past:
Sometimes the things we
Need most are not the things we
Think we need at all…

When you look back on
Your life, your dreams and longings
Distort through time’s lens.
Blast from the Past:
The tighter my grip
The looser is my control
Life explodes from this.

Contours carve faces
Each wrinkle is a chapter
In my history
Blast from the Past:
Life promises the
Illusion of improvement
Until death renegs

What comes of the day
With morning’s quiet passing?
After the dew fades.
Blast from the Past:
As long as it’s here
As long as it’s here at last,
I will be happy

What questions persist,
What keeps you going
After the dew fades
Blast from the Past:
Because I did nothing,
Because I did too much,
Because I did not intervene enough,
Because I interjected too much,
I am leaving your because

New day, new motions,
The same cycle of the sun
After the dew fades
Blast from the Past:
Why do we go through
The motions of living if
The results the same?

After the dew fades,
You must face a new bright day
Again and again
Blast from the Past:
Why must learning be
So slow and agonizing,
Redone each new day