Poetry

THE FOCAL POINT

Seemingly aimless,

ramblings through

life

I see that point

to aim for

to shoot for

like the farmer 

as he creates

his rows

I look at that point

to keep me

straight.

Thank you

for being one 

of those points

of clarity

of honesty

verification

of my self

When in doubt,

Anchors, focal points

and rudders keep

us afloat…..

My mind doubts

my choices

my free-will

But you have

saved me

from myself today.

Thank you 

for being my 

anchor.