This was something I wrote and is unfinished. Each of us completes ourselves in unique ways. I hope this poem makes you smile, or cry, but not too hard. Until next time, keep shining your light.

Another Friday evening comes
Tuning down the midi hums
Here I sit at my desk and stare
Somewhat jaded and aware
I still wonder through scores passed
At how life oft times feels harassed
Many who knows me don’t believe
Of despairing thoughts I can conceive
Perhaps because I know too much
I long evaded a healer’s touch
So my head churns out bits of rhyme
To work through this confusing time

When I was just five years old
I decided that the world was cold
Then I lived with life for ten
Children became the pawn of men
Young girls run to sweet sixteen
I wait for heaven I’ve yet not seen
Soon life began to up its stake
Pain to sleep and pain to wake
The prime of being twenty-five
Became a thorn for being alive
Spirit cajoled me, “Stay one more
Year to see what life has in store.”

So I stayed to wait a while
I had forgotten how to smile
For me the beauty of love’s rose
Only happened on TV shows
Words became a panicked rant
Peace assumed a dying slant
Death’s still-forbidden cocoon
Allured my senses all too soon

Struggling through my torturous plight
Love calls to me, “Child of Light!”
I look up and said “You’re nuts.
I’m only full of ‘if’s and but’s’.”
Love explains, “I’ll give you a ride
Just until you get back your stride.”
Suspiciously, I looked ahead
Life still seems but dark and dread
I crossed my arms and narrowed my eyes
I tried to decipher the graying skies

Love says, “Keep your feet on the ground,
Forget about that thundering sound
Thank the raindrops that may come
For the rain is the spirit’s rum
You will not need a place to hide
When you’re protected from the inside
Falling down does not make you meek
Strength means naught without the weak
Your spirit’s compassion through your pain
Weaves golden lining after the rain
Your self becomes the healing coals
In the fireplace of other shivering souls.”