I Call Myself a Writer

I write
to slow down
this ever speeding sphere,
to take a breath
with each and every word to appear,
to pause for a second
to see,
and not hear.

Thoughts whir and wizz through my mind,
racing, always racing,
to keep pace with the time,
that flies out from under my feet,
sweeping my life from beneath
me.

My greatest fear has always been
to lose myself in the blur,
to lose sight of my dreams, return with no cure,
for the ache of the emptiness
of a withered dream,
a lonely heart,
all lost in the scheme
to claim an unattainable glory
that was dangled before me.

I write
to slow down
this ever speeding sphere,
to remember the place I was in, before here.
To rein myself in
lest I neglect
to reflect
on what I hold dear.

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Fate

Image Copyright:  Kati Bergman 2015

Image Copyright: Kati Bergman 2015

Fate is not easily tempted.
Even the most passionate persuasions
pass by her frosted ears.

She never hears
my plans.

Her gaze stays glazed
in tomorrow, in time unspent,
in future lands.

The path I’ve paved in dreams,
lies waiting,
running beside the steps I tread,
but I can tell it’s fading…

There’s nothing to do,
but keep moving ahead.

So, I’ll try to pause and listen,
to hear her plans for me,
for Fate is not easily tempted.
Once she fixes her mind,
you’ll find,
no escape from destiny.