Rolling Around the Past with My Present

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A free verse poem

A quick selfie before I raced back onto the skating rink. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

I am in tune — my body
connects with my soul
as I rolled around the
skating rink.

Life has a funny way of
bringing you back
full circle — to where you
should have been a
decade ago, but here you
are now … ready to dive
into a pastime and you 
cannot remember why 
you let it go.

The music is blasting — speakers
are thumping with artists you
wish you could meet
in person. 
The strobe light spins and
shines … this is your forgotten
wonderland — your place
of peace.

As I smoothly circled around
the hardwood floor, hoodie
swaying in the breeze, I
would’ve paid good
money to see how wide the
smile was on my face.

My past used to torture me;
it used to send me into a
downward spiral and the
climb upward always catapulted me
into a fretful fit. 
And now, there’s this — this
pure goodness I should’ve
welcomed back with open
arms before today.

But maybe it wasn’t
time yet. 
Maybe I hadn’t reached the
place of growth I needed to
reach, and God is always
on time.

So, I am here … back in
this space that sends
me into an armful of
happiness with much
leftover to share — rolling
around the rink, reminiscent
of my past as I share it
with my present.

Originally published in soliloque via Medium.

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