by Janet

Expectations (A Poem)

Oh endless anticipation
I dream of what’s to come
I miss entire symphonies
while beating my own drum

The road beyond entices me
I’m focused miles ahead
Forever running to get there
trampling flowers under tread

I dreamed the world was perfect
Expectations never cease
The thing that I am lacking is
a sense of inner peace.

I miss my grandson calling me
neglect to see his tears
Selfish thoughts consume me as
I ponder my own fears

It’s tragic to be in my head
that keeps me locked away
Worrying of tomorrow
or what happened yesterday

I’d change the way I see things
If only I knew how
to conquer the big secret
…of living in the now.

I wrote this poem in 2015 when I was struggling with relapses and trying to overcome my stinking thinking—as they say in the program.It feels really good to read this and know that I think nothing like I used to. I no longer anticipate too much, expect too much, or stay trapped in my head too much.

I have peace.

Praise God for that!

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  3. The given gift of Gods words, i believe are a release for some of us that can find strength and hope through written words and not only for ourselves but mostly for others and that poem was beautiful, thank you and to know now where you are today, that is the hope for us all right there and may God bless you in this new year.
    Many thanks
    Stuart

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