The man hit a wall. He struggled to juggle
the trouble that came his way. He tried
and tried. He was close to giving up.
He finally said “enough is enough”
He sucked it up. He toughened up.
The man got back on the horse.
He was back on course. He opened
a new door. Yeah, the man hit a wall,
but he hit his second wind. He pushed
through and did what he had to do.
He knew it would be hard, but he did
not stop. The man will never stop
until he rises, again, to the top.
I look up and breathe.
Both my eyes close
as I exhale. I see you
take a breath after
I take mine. The air
between us thickens.
The energy flowing
means that tension
is growing. The air
between you and I
forms an invisible
wall – one too small
to see through. The air
between us dances
back and forth.
Recycled over again,
the air between us
is more than a gust.
The air between us
knocks off the rust.
It shakes off the dust.
I look up and breathe.
I smile and take in
the air that we share.
The road stays long no matter my speed. Everything goes wrong for those in need. The road shows no mercy to those hurting; It doesn't freeze those who are burning. The road is driven and often abused. Many drive the road with a life to lose. The road was made by a fearless soul crafting diamonds out of coal. The road to nowhere is always open And never is the way we are hoping.
I approach the gate,
but I’m denied access.
I’m told to wait
and not be the fastest.
The voice echoes
off the rusty gate
and then determines
my very fate.
I wait in silence
much like that gate,
then I reach for the handle
a chance I’ll take.
My turn is now
through years of patience.
I still wonder
where the time went.
The doors swing open
and I’m the last one in.
But was this place different
from where I’ve been?
Others now stand
on the other side
as the gate closes
creating a divide.
I now look through
spaces in the gate
remembering what I knew
from an altered state.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 