You can look at any object and see beauty or ugliness- it depends on where you are at.
There is no hope in being who I was.
I can never change the past. I can remember.
It’s just there like a faded photograph.
Time alters and changes to obscurity.
The image loses its meaning.
Now is the miracle we will remember and the future calling to be fulfilled.
Here and now is the only place that matters to me- ever.
It is the silver lining.
It is the flame that burns bright.
It is the excitement of a shooting star.
It is the magic that surpasses time.
It is the impossible that lurks behind your fondest wish.
It is the tasty mouse found in in the hole in the baseboard.
It is the meaning of everything that will ever be- or ever has been.
Only now matters-it’s all that is.
The pain was too much to bear.
So, I blew like a leaf in the wind.
Landing on something that felt real
So that I would not fly away from this earth.
Even though, it was all that I wanted to do.
My tears swell in the mist.
Time shatters all that I am.
All that I would have ever been.
Hope is like an eclipse that is just too far to see.
I only ask to be who I was.
Pure in essence.
With a dream that matters.
To be myself-once again.
Rare is the chance one looks upon a miracle.
Even rarer that miracle looks upon you.
A hopeless chance
Can become a turn of grace.
Sometimes you have to forget who you think you are, and who you were told you were – to become who you really are!