Where I’m Going

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

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.

Moment of Truth

Don’t look now. It’s the moment of truth.

Have no fear as all comes to light.

The darkness has passed. You know

what’s right. There’s a time and place

to face reality, and that time is now.

Collect some money and pay the piper.

It may sound funny but learn to love

the transient weather because it will,

one day, get better. No time to run away.

There’s no time to hide. Jump on the ride.

It’s the moment of truth. You’ve been

waiting and so has your unfilled destiny.

Walk toward the light. Do not fight it.

Lift yourself up and enjoy this moment

of truth. Conviction and pure attrition.

Ambition and depiction. Subscribe to

the feeling of being alive. Now, don’t

look back and face the music. Life is

a special gift. Be sure not to lose it.

Momma’s Boy

Losing you has been the hardest

thing I have ever gone through.

Sometimes, I don’t know what to do.

I feel torn, lonely, and empty at times.

No amount of rhymes can do your

existence justice. I must confess,

life has been different and hard

to say the least. I’m pushing forward.

You are gone, but never forgotten.

You gave me life and taught me

lessons that mean the world to me.

You taught me to be free. Now, you

are free of pain and hurt. I’ll do

what I can to carry your legacy.

It’s not the end for you or me.

It’s the beginning of a new life.

I know you’re here with me

right now. Knowing that helps

me heal. Helps me feel alive.

I’ll always be a momma’s boy.

Mom, thank you for everything.

Until we meet again. I’ll see you

soon. I just don’t know when.

Resist

Resist the urge to be mean

to yourself. Love yourself.

Be yourself. Tell those voices

to be nice, and don’t think

twice about silencing sounds,

words, or comments that bring

you down. You are amazing.

You are great. You are different.

You are meant to be special.

You are all the world needs.

Resist the urge to be the same.

You are rare. Uniqueness must

remain. Feel alive and well.

You still have stories to tell.

Don’t give in to bad thoughts.

Resist. Time can’t be bought.

Being yourself can’t be taught.