Paint Your Future

Here you are, at the dawn of yet another cruel day.
There is enough pain.
The jar of anger overflows and spills into tomorrow.
They hurt you.
(Oh, how they hurt you!)
Tears and sorrow are the paint you use to create your day.
Your rage is justified.
But is it wise?
"Love one another", the wise one said.
And how true it is.
In loving, the pain flowers and becomes joy.
In forgiveness, the anger is poured into the wind
and becomes peace.
Sorrow and tears change their hue.
Allowing you to paint a bright and beautiful day.
So all that remains is a choice...
What will you use to paint your future?
Hanging on to the pain and anger of yesterday.
Or bravely letting go,
and loving the sun as it rises.
Choose wisely.

Haunted Still I Am

I am haunted by you.

Whispers of hope seem to dream on the wind,

calling a name I can't quite hear.

We have never meet.

(At least that is what I have assumed.)

Haunted as I am,

seeing the way others have found what was missing.

Seeing it in the eyes of those

who love.

I have longed and waited,

hunted and searched,

but still you have alluded me.

I can't escape the fear of need, 

the feeling I am somehow I am not complete.

Standing inside my foolishness, 

I fall forward into the rush.

I unwrap the gifts of lonelyness

and loss.

And still you haunt me.

The nightmare of all this, lines itself ups.

Like chessmen across from my hopes and dreams

Yet my hopes still win.

It wins still...

And still it wins.

Haunted still I am by those whisper on the wind.

So hope I will, 

and hunt
the dream.