The Sharpened Curve Called A Turning Point

A sharpened curve called a turning point

Things that used to fit are out of joint

The road behind seems to fall away

Feeling lost on a single-lane highway

A switchback on a lonely mountain

When it feels like rain, but it’s just a fountain

The sun is shining but you still feel cold

Your youthful body is feeling old

Questioning yourself to find the truth

Like questing for the fountain of youth

You know it’s out there; somewhere hidden

But the path directions are still forbidden

Somehow your mind is surrounded by clouds

Any thoughts of good are beneath a shroud

Constantly finding more negativity

And things aren’t what they seem to be

Your eyes are wide, but vision limited

Answers unclear when you need definitive

Confusion seems your only friend

And you want to try, but you can’t transcend

Feeling stuck in a streak of bad luck

And every day doesn’t go your way

Turning back might give you pause

Yet gets you further from your cause

Look within and you’ll finally see

Instead of doors and a ring of keys

The giant walls built in your mind

Ominous and high by your own design

Every brick represents another challenge

Threatens to take away your balance

But day by day you come with mortar

Creating barriers from your own supporters

Standing in a crowd, but in fact alone

Searching for a crime so you can atone

Guilt it seems has taken root

And if left unchecked will become acute

Your confidence has become undone

You think someone pulled a spiritual gun

Broke your back and now you struggle

Messed up your life, so now you juggle

But look again, but look with purpose

Forget your fears or what makes you nervous

That turning point is just a myth

A tried and true monolith

Instead of growing and moving forward

You’ve painted yourself into a corner

The battle you fight is with yourself

And it’s you; that put you on the shelf

The turning point is just another curve

A wide road with room to swerve

When problems come, just step aside

Your destiny won’t be denied

Bet on yourself; it’s a winner’s call

Dig down deep for your wherewithal

Tear down the barriers within your mind

Face the world of humankind

Pull your head out of the sand

Live your life, and live it grand!

Author’s Note

At times, we all have been out own worst enemy.  We perceive things, rather than understand things for their truths.  We assume, when we should be seeking clarification.  In our minds, we build walls instead of elevators.  When obstacles come our way, we often stop and feel trapped, when we could instead find an open path around them, over them, or through them.  This poem can serve as a wake-up call and motivator to those feeling stuck.

Additional Reading

Sinking or Surfacing – It’s All About Perspective

Collecting Wind

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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all.I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed.I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another.I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me.I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

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