Reckoning

                    Reckoning

When the past comes knocking,
When past and present collide.
Confronted with who once was,
Reckon with who now am.

Reckoning determines future journey,
If resist and deny what's been and what is -- worlds collide.
Incongruence and stress work damage on soul,
Turmoil until release and let go.

Peace comes in the place that past is the past,
Today let it go, no longer defines.
Yes it was, but no longer has power,
Truthful and honest past lost its control.

Untwisted and unraveled to be who I am,
No longer in bondage to all that has been.
Free to explore and go to new places,
Internally light after such a long night.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

Image of sunrise this week, dawn breaks just as in dark places of soul.