punishing myself for my days,
each one a memory that still has an ache,
riddled with moments that seem unreal,
so unbelievable but just like a fact,
on the page of a scientific textbook,
naming eager components to an element,
as if my bad hours were mere
lights from christmas on a house that is on fire,
intimate as if two people sharing one blanket,
tomorrow always seems a few minutes away,
you know this,
delicious as each minute is,
every time you see a face,
like a painting about
empty frames and unframed paintings
take the best that you can conjour out,
it is going to be the year of realization,
only the undefinable positivity is what you need,
now is the new beginning
jaybeasley2 