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Where I’m Going

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Hardly, I know where I’m going.

Really, there’s no way of knowing.

The choices I’ve made have led me

to this very moment. The places

I’ve traveled to taught me that

there is no going back. Moving

forward while carrying a sword,

I inch closer toward a new world.

In this life there are no guarantees,

just new people to meet and new

places to see. Where I’m going, there

must be no regrets. I’ll move on

as time resets. Tomorrow, I’ll have

a better idea of where I’m going.

I’ll show up there with a past

still glowing. With rivers flowing

and flowers growing, I’ll show up

with bruises and cuts proving that

truly living takes guts. Time to see

where life will take me. Time to

grow older trying something new.

Out of Control

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My mind may be out of control,

but the way I love makes it whole.

The confidence I lack doubles back,

but my feelings fend off any doubts.

My soul attacks intrusive thoughts.

My evolving perspective cools the jets

often too hot. Sometimes, it feels like

two people playing racquetball inside

my head. I can feel my body tense up.

My heart crashes against a worn chest.

What is out of control is out of my

control. No sense in worrying because

time is hurrying. No need to suffer twice.

The time will come and acceptance will

prevail. There are more seas to sail.

Out of control and into my soul. Life

will fall into place at the end of the race.

Past Tense

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What is done is done. We wave hello to the sun.

We never forgot about the moon. We need both

the fork and the spoon. The day may be gone,

and time may be flying, but I am still trying.

In the sky, I see birds bobbing and weaving.

I can’t take my eye off what is now leaving.

I loved, cried, and smiled in the past tense.

I live in the present where it just makes sense.

The memories stay as the past fades away.

The future is bright: I’ll be there one day.

Under the Bus

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You may feel like you’re under

the bus. Maybe, someone threw

you there. To be clear, you can

get from under that bus. Trust

that you can get out and about.

The feeling will go away. Don’t

stay feeling that way. Believe

that you are the bus driver:

the one who is in full control.

Besides, no one knows you or

your soul better than you do.

Slam on the gas pedal. Embrace

that sound of screeching metal.

Sure, make pit stops here and there.

Just don’t stop for all that long.

Fly down the highway blasting

your favorite song. Feel like you

are under the bus? Grab the wheel

and knock off the dust. Drive. Drive

and drive. It’s time to feel alive.

Spit Against the Wind

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Don’t fight the feeling. Embrace emotions.

Face the pain. Feel the rain. Become

a warrior of life. Tap into your mental.

Life isn’t a rental. You own it. Show

your true colors. Be yourself. Don’t

pretend to be someone else. Help

yourself to this beautiful life. Buy

yourself flowers. Take April showers.

Rid yourself of the masks you wear.

Don’t care what others think. Sink

or swim. The rise and fall. Feel it

all. Don’t run away or escape. You

can be a hero without a cape. Face

your fears and embrace the tears.

Enjoy the struggle. Stand on the rubble.