Who am I?
I would rather have an invisible cloak
Of good hope, rather than sail around it.
Sprinkling hope like stardust as I go
Tinkerbell, that kind of thing.
Dreaming of my search for the right door to open
I would welcome any suggestions
As I am not sure what it is I seek.
There are times when my thoughts fill my mind
I feel like Noah, trying to hold back the flood
Like sorting through a waste bin.
Which thoughts to keep, which to risk throwing out
What if I should have taken a poor thought
Embellished on it, break down the border
Between the left and right side of my mind.
See what comes of letting the mind work as one entity
Would I regain the joy I lost years ago?
I let the hypocrisy of others tie my spirits in knots
Over the years, I tried not to listen.
Thing is, once a seed is sown it takes hold
Like the weed that keeps coming back.
Many cling on from childhood, darker now
Pushed further to the back of my mind.
Still, they linger, popping up unexpectedly
Often to the detriment of self.
Oh for a crystal ball, a deck of Tarot cards, dice
Throw a double six, do or don’t
Take the road that leads to the left.
Calling an unknown destiny
In this fashion doesn’t work
I know, I have tried most things
Light a candle in church, whispered dreams
Hope echoes from the walls
Drop a coin into that dirty hat on the pavement
Beside an even more disheveled piece of humanity
That many are blind to.
No, to all the above this year
I mark each step, guided by the small inner voice
I should have listened to years ago…