What Becomes of Me?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

So many people have touched and shaped and changed my life. So many have walked with me along the paths and byways that I’ve taken on my journey to where I am today. And now as I ponder and wonder what lays ahead beyond the boundaries and expanse of time and the reality of existence, I ask myself what becomes of me?

WHAT BECOMES OF ME

By Al Garcia

So many people have touched and shaped and changed my life.  So many have walked with me along the paths and byways that I’ve taken on my journey to where I am today.  And now as I ponder and wonder what lays ahead beyond the boundaries and expanse of time and the reality of existence, I ask myself what becomes of me? 

There was always someone to hold my hand and guide me through the victories and the failures of my youth.  There was always a shoulder to cry on or an extended hand to reach for to help me up when I fell or tripped or stumbled in the time when I became a man and when I failed the challenges before me.  So, what becomes of me when I must walk the path alone, without the benefit of those that helped me choose which path to take, which river to cross or which mountain to climb?

Too many times I’ve seen the burning light within a soul begin to flicker and to fade.  Too many times I’ve had to hold a fragile hand to my beating heart as it slowly falls away, never to feel or touch my face or feel my beating heart again.  And too many times did I hear the sudden and anguished cries of disbelief in the blackness of the night, and then to see the look of final defeat on the faces of young boys and men as they laid broken and dead on the battlefield of war.  And at times like those I ask myself, what becomes of me?

What becomes of all my memories and all the treasures that I’ve stored within the fragile being that is me?  What becomes of me?  It is within my nature to question the promises and assurances that I’ll never walk alone.  It is my way, as it always was from child to the man that I became, to ask and seek and find, and then to lay aside the doubt, the uncertainty and the disbelief.  That is the way it was meant to be.

So many paths and roads were laid in front of me.  So many choices and so many voices that called out to me to follow the one that leads toward the light. But life is not always as bright as it should be or could have been.  There are times when clouds and darkness shade us from the light.  There are times when the feelings of the heart are obscured by human logic, judgment and reason that betray our nature and the character of our being. 

And I have seen the light and felt its warmth.  And I have been blinded by the darkness and the shadows that sometimes overtakes the light.  I have felt the calmness of the flowing waters of contentment and experienced the brutality and hate that only man possesses and exposes.  I have lived and loved and hated, and through it all I have been touched and shaped and changed by those that cared and shared their hearts and souls with me.  But still I ponder and I wonder, what becomes of me when you let go of me?Will I never walk alone?


Submitted: May 26, 2021

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Alexander Byrne

Nicely written. I've read a few of your essays that you've posted and I must say that you are adept at threading words together in an interesting and engaging manner that leaves me pondering after having read your work. Thanks for sharing!

Wed, May 26th, 2021 7:52am

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Thanks for taking the time to read some of my work. Much appreciated.

Wed, May 26th, 2021 2:58am

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