Without warning shooting stars

mind loss while receptive realistic

stomps upon internal psyche

without pause, continues battle

while the physicality of force

suffers under the breach of loss.

~

When so locked into rage

how can we sense love is truth

to follow our hearts again and again.

Where do we find the energy

to combat that which incessantly

creates our need to devalue life.

~

If for a minute we might imagine

the other side of misery, isn’t

that a more eloquent outcome?

To walk through the battleground,

perhaps rest the mind of reeling

reminders of horrific blood letting

that accompanies pain and rather

be suggestive that I want to see

beyond the ill-fed valley that

permeates my world. Step above

to notice the morrow of victory.

~

Each pain is your own without

argument, yet, living by lost hope,

ignoring love, seeking to be slammed

again because we are good at receiving

isn’t that simple an analogy,

yet, worthy of confusion in survival.

~

There lies ahead always waiting

dynamic vistas, with valleys to wander

eyes along sparkling surging waters

in constant motion waiting

to carry our lives further beyond

the immediacy of pain if we choose.

~

While your psyche rallies experience

Choose sweet your exquisite vista.

~

*photo credit to Pinsta