Learning to live in the present.

This is a poem about me and a poem about other people and a poem about what we should hope for.

We all carry something deep inside, a collection of events: anguishes, struggles, ridicule, and accomplishments, these are the elements of the invisible self, the self which is worn on the inside. The suit of clothing which strengthens and binds, tears at us and burdens us in the privacy of our minds, it is the world we bring to the public through our words. Looking back, some lingering memories will lift us to great merriment or delight, while others may restrain us, drain us, dismay us, like anchors, weighting us down, eventually, to drown us, like a log saturated, sinking, no longer buoyant.

May I continue to grow, as my hair grays, and life’s road shortens to a gentle good night after a life of infamy.

Why do I need to ask you if I can love you or not, when I never asked you to acknowledge my love even from the start?

Motivational poem.

A poem about longing.

A poem on secrets and hardships.

Reaching for a other’s hand.

Longing for a father’s love.

The power behind the emotions.