Eye Of The Storm

I wavered for one microsecond
in the everlasting future,
witnessing with awe
the things that I could have.
Then it hit me
like a lump of rusty words
thrown squarely at my
soul,
that I could never be a part
of something I was never meant
to be.
So, I whirled around
and twisted back
towards the present.
I slapped bare skin upon
the wall of "you can't go back".
That's what they'd all said to me
when I happened upon
the precarious road I by chance had found.
And what sickens me is that
they were right.
The truth
(the future)
is full of nasty blame.
And blame is so easily cast off
but ne'er is easy to wear
like dingy old raincoat,
masking the smells of spring.
Spring smells of love
and love reeks of life.

I tarried too long
in the rainstorm that makes up my tomorrows,
smiling beneath my umbrella.
It took too many moments to realize
I've been missing on the sunshine
of my today.