Believe

A tiny voice inside my head said,

“Go back.”

I knew it was my inner child

Asking, so

I went back.

I picked up the eraser I knew she wanted—

Unicorn with rainbows.

It had the word ‘Dream’

On the front.

It smelled like childhood.

Ok. I can give her this little thing,

Only $1.99 after all.

As I hand it to the clerk, I notice

Another message on the back:

Believe.

10 years ago, a similar voice had said,

“Go back” 

I went back to look at a poster

Hanging in the hallway.

That poster changed my life.

One pivotal moment—instrumental

In the choices that followed.

Leading me to 

Who I have become.

Bringing me to my wife, and my calling. 

Funny how things run in cycles.

The good times and the bad.

I wonder how many times I missed 

looking on the back of the eraser?

My angels on the edge of their seats.

The evidence of synchronicity has

Been overwhelming.

If I calculate all the magic moments

Of my life.

Why do I still forget sometimes?

Is it so the universe can send me 

Reminders, just like this:

Sometimes there are mistakes in 

Building your dreams.

It’s okay to erase the past, start again, and

Believe.