collecting despair

coming on strong and
overwhelming like a wind that wrecks your home,
leaving after work that day as if
letting the beast out of the cage and
empty food dish for way too long,
coulda hypnotized my own self on that one,
taking the words out of the language,
instead of out of the conversation,
nothing can bring it back together unless
good influences keep being reliably sturdy,
daring movements are preparing a future path,
inside the name of this action is the motivation,
stay in the lines and beware the forcefull change,
playing off the action the storms prepare you for,
analyzing gifts or accepting it for what it is,
if you don’t know what to do then why bother?
realization of how good life really is

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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