All Good Things Take Time

It is only in hindsight that I gain the ability to see

My eyes pried open to witness my grave travesty

Upon which I have committed to myself 

In my blatant disregard and abuse of time and its inner workings

Upon my voyage I did not look

I did not stop to admire the scenery

My hands lay upon my lap

Drifting with the ocean currents

Staring down into my palms, wishing for a miracle of light to burst and provide me with the bliss I so desired

I drifted and drifted

Lacking the integrity to face reality and its tribulations

Immaturity at its finest

One day I had gained the bravery to look up, wondering where the calming nest of the lily pads had gone

Wondering why I could not see over the horizon where my voyage had wandered

In unfamiliar waters I panicked

I struck the water with my hands and desperately attempted to halt my movement

The cold water scraped at my hands

Dredging up my anger and my frustration, whilst drowning my sadness

Desperately flailing like a fool

Furious screams at the dissatisfaction of the water flow not ceasing

My ship, never stopping

And when my throat grew horse

And I could not help but withdraw my frostbitten hands from the water's surface

They lay again, upon my lap, motionless

As I drifted, and the bristling sunshine lit up the water in a warm embrace

It had dawned on me

As my ship rattled calmly against the currents

As my hands still laid limp in my lap

As my throat still ached

Even as the horizon and my future lay entirely out of sight

I let my hands rest idly in the soothing warm waters

Swaying with the currents

And my eyelash caught a tear in it's thick net

I realized

Just as a tree does not merely need water and sunlight to grow

All Good Things Take Time.