TIME

The seconds turn to minutes, the minutes turn to hours, the hours turn to days, the days turn to months, the months turn to years, the years pass by slowly at first until we are turning old then they pass by faster and faster it seems.

I sit here in my room, the only light coming from the screen on my computer, contemplating the years that have passed by. I'm wondering where they have managed to go, looking at myself in retrospect of those years.

It would be simple for me to say the years have quietly passed by, and life has been smooth from the time I drew my first breath but that was not to be.

For reasons beyond those that I am let know, my life has taken many twists and turns. I have loved and been loved many times, sometimes it was real love, sometimes just a love to fill the emptiness in my heart but always with unconditional love

In trying to fill that emptiness I will admit to hurting a female or two that I will always regret. There are those women that thought they were in love with me that were more in love with the idea of me being in their lives.

I have been to war and came home safely. I have been shot at and shot back, know the fear of a round from a weapon tear into my flesh, the bite of a knife cutting my skin.

I have made a few friends and lost a few of those I would call friend, because their friendship was conditional.

I have lost those I loved to death and mourned that loss more than some will ever know.

I have allowed myself to mourn on rare occasions and never where I could be seen mourning.

I have lost myself in a being that I was not in order to survive in a world that would not understand me, until I met a love that did understand me and will stand by me no matter what.

I have lived a hard life, and now it is time for me to slow down and enjoy what is left of that life with those I love.

I have told my stories of war and work, at least those I can share. I can only wait until the day I face my maker to be judged as to whether I have led a just and fair life

The seconds turn to minutes, the minutes turn to hours, the hours turn to days, the days turn to months, the months turn to years, the years pass by slowly at first until we are turning old then they pass by faster and faster it seems.

Till then I wait, I live, and I love those special ones in my life.

Tina L. Rice © 2008