Althought out
I thougth it out
But it still was not
Quite right
Althought out
I thougth it out
But it still was not
Quite right
Can I return hope
Where it was created
Or lost
In a moment
In the dark
I have a lack of hope
For the future
But yet
Some still lingers about
Unpublished
And unheard
My words
Fall short
When they could
Be bold
In paperback
Or in print
But to me
It’s not important
What is
Is the process of creation
To practice
Daily
With patience
So I am set on that front
Nothing more that I want
A head start
To get going
Before the rest
As we make our way
Through the daily test
Of starting over
And over
Again
Looking for something
That I am not sure
If I found
Or lost
What I was looking for
In the morning frost
More feelings
Than I know
What to do with
In a hope
To go through
With
The good ones
And hold back the
Not so good
How now
To know
When everything
Should happen
Could happen
Is happening
Right now
I have awaited
A time
To grow
In a setting
Where I am still
That time is now
Growth
Has to happen
Endless paths
Can be taken
Could be obstructed
Or could be open
I guess we only know
When we go
I have learned
A certain rhythm
Or my own tune
A style unique
But familiar
When I ask
To far
Or too soon
Repairs needed
When it comes
Undone
But for now
A small victory
Can be taken