Who Am I

The sun rises over the horizon

Slowly, Majestically

Giving Birth to a whole new realm of chance

Unpredictable the day drags on

Allowing no insight into what it holds

A desire to grasp at the strands of the unexpected over whelms

Pushing into a sea of what could be
Waves of should haves and could haves

Beat down like the warmth of the mid-day skies

Compelling us to finish the hours that lay ahead

Possibility is my name

Maybe is the all that I have to gain

The only thing that is sure to come

Is the setting of the sun that was

©2009 Erica Harrell (Rachelle Reve`)