I give time, time.

the journey
from the carefree childhood
to the sprightly teen
was intriguing, while
the journey
from the bountiful youth
to the experienced adult
was daunting

 as I reflect on the past
I see a canvas painted
with the beautiful colors 
of the rainbows along with hues
interspersed with the shadows

as I look over the yonder
I see a horizon calling me
with it's arms outstretched
beckoning me to take the road
where the destination remains unknown

I stand rooted
caught in the there and now
undecided
unsure
whether I have
the wherewithal
to be once more
forged in fire, and
thawed in ice

I give time, time.