Poem about looking for something and never being able to find it.

Worrying doesn’t do anybody any good.

It’s frustrating when you find the person you think is perfect for you (and you for them) and they obviously don’t feel the same. Especially when their new relationship fails and they come running back to you for consolation (and reconciliation).

I wanted to understand why.

It’s not there, inside, or without, at least not for me and hell how can I even say that I see it or have it at all, though I do my best to define it. See LOVE Elsewhere… it’s got to be somewhere right, just never between you and me, huh “Sweetness”?

I feel like so many times I am without answers and am left with only questions.

Beauty reflected in my eyes.

We need to look closely at our lives, and change the things that bring us down not only emotionally; but also spiritually.

A poem about a young lady who is searching for peace and is struggling with finding it.

A question, A invitation.