Auto-Biography

As cars speed down the highway,
they pass a dirty and dilapidated book
lying along the roadside.

No one could ever know that
this book is the story of my life:
Pages flipping, changing, moving,
pushing me forward,
rarely in reverse,
sometimes at incredible speeds,
sometimes hardly turning at all.

Once in a great while,
the pages stop turning,
allowing me time to remember...

A clean page,
bleached by the rays of the sun;
A day spent in love and light:
I wonder why there aren’t
more of these pages in my book.

Several pages, tear-stained:
Some with happy tears,
others with pain and loss
as their markers.

One page nearly black,
signaling intense rage and anger:
There is no explanation
for such pain and emotion.
This memory was meant
to be forgotten.

A blank page,
useless, devoid of all thought:
Lonely, nothing learned,
no way to know what
might happen next...

The pages move quickly once more.
Time is fleeting:
So few pages left to turn.
So few stories left to tell.
So few days left until...

The End

Lora Frikken ~ 1-15-06