I am a man with glasses
I think while I sit
Free from everything except my own mind
I think, all, of, the, time
Loosing grip of those very thoughts far too often
My window is open and through it’s opening
The traffic that is my world
Is silenced
As the night is at an end
Calm as I reflect
As yesterday makes me smile
For yesterday was shaped into a new chapter that is my life
Today
A life I love
A life, I share
A life I compare to the past
A past in which, I can finally, let go
For it, is not here
For it, rests only in thought
As my pain, in my mind, disappears
I, an artist
I, a writer
I, a person
I, like so many
Can and will, channel my demons
Transform my nightmares
Into beautiful creations, I make
To a story's ending, I write
That pours out on lined paper and canvas
With permanent ink and beautiful layers of colours
I choose
I pause and listen
As the world awakens
I feel my breath as I inhale deeply
And whisper the words, my words, these words
That come out, so softly
Peace is with me
Purpose lies ahead
So, I, will, write, these, words, down
And think about them
Over and over
When thought is my only sound
The coke drip is forgotten.
I wont ever look for it again
My heart reminds me
There is an ocean that remains
An ocean filled everything I’ve ever been through
More times than I can count
An ocean filled with everything I’ve ever wanted
As love, is the voice, that guides me
In a straight line
To stable ground
