Unintentional Wrecking Ball

Do you ever feel like you are on the wrong path but changing is too scary? You continue walking deeper and deeper into a foreign place.  You are not quite sure where you are or where you will come out in the end. The path starts feeling more like a treadmill and before you can stop it, you are racing through life. Not able to get off or stop the busyness of it all. Unexpectedly, things begin to come together for you and life is looking good! And so, you run faster and produce more. Then suddenly, in the middle of your life, the path ends, and you are left standing on the side of the road with no way home.

This poem is about staying positive when a wrecking ball destroys all that you have built and worked for in life.

The trinket I found in this little poem, is to take life slowly and lay one brick at a time.  Think of our actions as paving stones. And if we are lucky, a few of our bricks might be part of that road to help the next generation.


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9 thoughts on “Unintentional Wrecking Ball”

  1. It is easy for us reaching milestones in our age to realize how much we wished for the next thing, the next accomplishment instead of stopping and enjoying each moment. It reminds me of the paving stones along the walks where my son lives. Each stone bears a name of someone who once walked that way. We should all leave a mark and build a path to travel along.

  2. So thought provoking and beautiful! My lovely life crumbled when my son died suddenly leaving a little daughter who was adopted by my daughter in another state. My husband and I sold our lovely Alaska home to follow our granddaughter and to help our daughter.

    1. Marjorie, I am so sorry to hear of the loss. I have never lost a child, but I believe it is one of the most traumatic and awful things a parent will ever face. Most of us have adversity in our lives. However, with a little luck and Gods help, we’re able to rebuild our lives. I pray you are able to find great joy in helping to raise your granddaughter. Thank you for inspiring me to keep writing. ~Leanne

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