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.
When I look into those eyes,
what I see is no surprise.
Those eyes can’t tell lies.
They tell me a story of love,
pain, power, sunshine, rain.
Words can’t do justice. Looking
at you gives me a chance to
stop and think about my life.
I see all the places you’ve been:
all the tight spots you’re in.
The things you have seen
reveal themselves in real time.
Those eyes know that the sun
still shines. All of your misery
will eventually become history.
Those eyes are windows into
your soul, and your soul glistens,
as my ears learn to listen. Often,
I see those eyes invite mine
to an unspoken conversation.
They talk in ways the mouth can’t.
They tell me I can overcome
any situation. Without hesitation,
those eyes show me a new world:
a world lonely, lovely, and magical.
I get lost in those eyes. They reassure
that unpredictable things will occur.
When I see those eyes, I stop. I stare.
Deep down, I see someone who cares.
I will live today with thoughts of tomorrow; How I am feeling can change in a minute. I continue to walk as my memories follow and they will not stop until I am finished. I push on as I fight these demons- I do not show the scars I have. Tired and confused, I find the reasons for why I let these feelings pass. Today is the day: Yesterday was too. I waited and waited to see the sun. Blinded by the light in a sky so blue, I close my eyes before the day is done. I have 24 hours before my body reboots, before I have to start anew. I see growing flowers and hanging fruits, reminding me of the things I can do. I feel so strange, I must accept it. There is nothing I can do but let it be. I wander for hours to a place I fit: to a place where my worries run free. Today I am feeling the way I should and I must take it for what it is. I would not change it if I could because what I am feeling might be missed. It is a new day:Time passed on and how I was completeley went. I accept these feelings before they're gone; I value the day with no money spent. What I am feeling will go away - I must not dwell all that long. These feelings of mine do not stay as tomorrow plays a different song.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 