Seasons of my mind

Darkness besets the winter days awakened by springs reviving ways joy in summer sunshine rays all seasons of my life. Consigned to mourn in winter sadness spring growth erases all the badness revived by all the summer madness each moment at a time.

Slumber in the winter snow spring thaw gives me a place to go autumn with its golden show all sights to fill the senses. Hope in all the growth of spring despite whatever winter brings summer comes and I will sing through seasons of my mind.

That day called

Meandering through the cloud that occupies my mind looking for that day called hope one of a different kind.

Picking up the pieces the nadir of yesterday looking for that day called hope that points a different way.

Musing through confusion the kind that never stops looking for that day called hope you won’t get in the shops.

Finding sense or could it be that ship has long since sailed looking for that day called hope to prove I have not failed.

Trying to understand pain why it’s striking now looking for that day called hope that will show me how.

Finding joy in life the kind that makes me smile looking for that day called hope that makes it worth the while.

The edge

The edge of life, the edge of hope, the edge of reason, the edge of love . So tightly I grip not looking down testing boundaries after the shove.

The edge of sanity, the edge of safety, the edge of sadness, the edge of joy. Treading carefully I start to tremble the mind of a man no longer a boy. The edge of terror, the edge of fear, the edge of doubt, the edge of faith.

Arising from comfort the warrior awakens new boundaries discovered stepping up to the plate. The edge of anxiety, the edge of poverty, the edge of sickness, the edge of truth. Character growing confidence building now a survivor from the tragedy of youth. The edge of depression, the edge of darkness, the edge of terror the edge of light. Courage awakened enlightened and ready from the edge I’ve learned to fight.

Beware of the self

Though it needs love and kindness abound though it seeks answers that need to be found though it works wonders don’t leave the ground beware of the self. It is a splendour that inner beauty it can move mountains with all than it can be but when it obsesses it can be quite deadly beware of the self. That inner voice it can reassure you that word of sense of which you can be true but when it’s demanding then it will catch you beware of the self. A vision of virtue for when it can mean right a vision of hope when things are not so bright but when ego calls that’s when you sit tight beware of the self.

The child within

Time to reconcile time to reconsider time to reclaim what is mine, time to so the time to empathize time to find that lost in time, time to be kind time to end blame time to learn to play again, time to smile time to sing time to dance  in the rain, time to reflect time to embrace time to let go of yesterday’s error, time to be honest time to learn time to take a long look in the mirror, time to love time to be loved time to release all I hold in, time to be true time to shine it’s time to heal the child within.

Life is hope

Life is hope feel it in each new day life is light the kind that leads the way life is purpose that comes in many kinds life is fleeting no moment to rewind life is love its kiss in summer rain life is a teacher for when we feel the pain life is beauty for when you look around life is inspiring stop looking at the ground life is tough for when we need to grow life is friendship reaping what we sow life is music its  chorus at the dawn lift is a gift the kind we cannot pawn life takes us places we never thought we’d be life is hope so sacred but it’s free.

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