If I could pinpoint happiness,

It would be a starry night,

without any pomp, just a breeze.

I’ve lived with indecision,

caught always in the turmoil,

that sixth sense of intuition.

I can feel the disdain

from a mile away.

So deserving I come away

with a shattered ego, lost,

trying desperately to add reason.

Oh mistakes have lived with me,

like a best friend on a stormy night.

It’s when I’m lost the rain begins,

and I haven’t any shelter to quell

the painful reminders of who I’ve been.

This will be with me until the

day I can finally say, I’m done.