instead of regret –

appreciate the lesson learned.

instead of sorrow –

remember the prequel to the pain.

instead of doubt –

find something you know is true –

hold on to it.

life can be anything we want it to be.

we have choices to make.

there is no sentence of disparage inherited or inescapable.

no where is it written we must accept negative situations as predetermined avenues of travel.

if we encounter clouds –

inclement weather –

we have to remember the sun is still above us.

we will dry out.

and on those days when we feel everyone has heard a voice –

resounding echo –

instructing them to run away,

we have to recognize the dialogue of lies.

if nothing else you understand brings clarity to your confusion –

walk outside –

look up.

in a universe so vast –

magnificent beyond human expectation –

you were chosen to become!

of all the people that you could have been –

you are exclusively –

you!

and while you may not appreciate the gift of your creation,

someone else may find their peace –

simply because God answered their prayer –

with you…

outstretched –
without restriction –
a hand.

offered –
free –
unqualified –
open arms of compassion.
simple things all too often taken for granted.

confined to rooms of routine,
we lose the passion for living –
commit ourselves to merely,
life.

for some of us,
the process suffocating.
disallowed to authenticate our disillusion,
we pursue alternative methods of engagement.
once unrestrained,
the freedom from mundane becomes our drug of choice.

and you.
standing defiant in your Chasuble of condemnation –
conspire to chastise –
categorize our behavior within paradigms of dissension.
i suppose,
if measured by standards of secular jurisprudence,
our mercurial behavior could be considered deviant –
perhaps radical.
however,
if allowed,
prayer for judgment?

how can you stand in posture of authority over courts of supposition?
surely you do not feel justified to gather stones!
how can you entertain acts of accommodation with conviction –
pass sentence for crimes you merely postulate as accused –
ill-informed,
bearing witness to effect,

yet no affiliation with the cause…

oh to be that breath of air

you take; essential as – must,

to have…

to enter into – the all of you –

to become as close,

as one –

to two…

if just for one moment –

to live in your thoughts –

feel the memories –

encounter your – you!

i would give a thousand

could of been’s –

for just one – is,

a lifetime of – life –

for a moment of – living…

oh how must it feel –

to  be the addiction,

for once,

no longer the addict!

how simple,

but sublime –

to smile,

when sharing space,

inside your – you,

with lonely,

and afraid.

how –

em-pathetically –

courageous!

if only eyes could see the – feel,

distinguish between – superfluous,

and real,

then maybe – matter – would return…

surely there is nothing,

imagined,

nor real –

more lonely than the absence of touch…

you whisper your goodbye –

i scream –

my alone!

…i carefully collected all my precious things –
memories that catered to a status of elevation –
pieces of someone’s life that fell onto the path of my indiscretion.
all the tangible segments of seasons past.
and as i carried my box of was out of the room of my current situation,
i realized how unnecessary the majority of things really were.

so much emotion.
so much time.
so much care.
accouterments of compassion and unappreciated concern filed away.
useless as friendship undesired.

what do you find holds value at the end of your day?
what thoughts open doors of peaceful reflection as you enter your resource of sleep?
is there ever incidence of regret?
investment into unappreciated accommodation?
commiseration without even essence of reciprocated conviction?
and when you take inventory of all that matters,
are the scales skewed toward misappropriated solidarity?

i suppose you could insist the situation held value.
without pain there can be little to comprehend of its absence.
and without commissioners of insincerity,
how can one ever fully appreciate the honor –
the blessing –
of companion…

be that which is – necessary;

no longer-

required.

to understand the difference…

you speak to me –

indiscriminately.

unobliging as moon,

to midnight!

pompous –

you are.

supreme to my inadequacy;

omnipotent as sun,

in a sky devoid of clouds…

and even as i try to – not believe,

your matter of fact impales my –

un-faith.

leaves me,

clinging to your strong –

devours my –

weak!

life contained in boxes of obligation.

regimented interaction.

and if –

by chance –

a tear appears in the fabric of allowed –

all accommodation cast aside.

what is it –

that you do –

elevates your who to platforms of suppose?

were we not formed as equal parts from the same mind that imagined all creation?

what you hold in your heart will just as freely fit in mine.

however –

words of contempt you allow freedom to escape –

like whispers that crash impetuously upon the shore of my content…

audacious –

your you.

self-contained within walls of presume.

all the while –

held prisoner behind eyes that appear to look,

but sadly –

cannot see…