ourselves;

she's seen
she's known
she's become

it's achingly painful
beautifully painted
like the sad soulful moon above

twists and turns
tunnels and hoops
the path is never linear
we all run around in circles

the way we get there does matter
those experiences shape us
and distinguish us from others

our own destinies are shaped
upon the choices we make

we all have seen
we all have known
and we all become

ourselves.

forever young;

stop counting the years gone by
they will catch up to you
and you will your age multiply

time is meant to go on forward
no more living in the past
there is no time for that
we have lives to live

do not think of the past in numbers
but in memories
that will always bring smiles to our faces
no matter how many wrinkles grace our complexion

in our hearts, we are forever young

living lives;

life is full of tragedies
like shakespearean poetry
it mingles in our daily existence
there is no way to escape

but even in death, life and hope can be discovered
there is always a future to behold
always a positive outlook to be promised
if only one can look in the right places

there is no discovery without sacrifice
to find one deviant of light means to forego another
but as long as that leads to the ultimate goal
of being happy with oneself
there is no shame in losing possibilities

we shine brightly, even if others put us down
we are unique in our own ways
and what makes us different, makes us beautiful

we all have our own light at the end of the tunnel
no matter the tragedies and lost lives we may encounter

we must always take our chances
our decisions impacts the rest of futures
but we cannot find what we are looking for
if we are afraid of living our lives.

happy;

happy
the brighter days
glowing like the high sun
we feel the flame that flickers deep
our hope.

happiness;

we always find ourselves at a point in our lives
where we may be truly happy
and know that things are going the right way
no matter where we find our happiness
it will find us, one way or another.

darkness and sunrise;

sometimes, the darkness is overpowering
light extinguished for an unmentionable time
a state of mind and being
that is devoid of any emotion and turmoil.

but when the dark clouds hover
the rain falls in powerful torrents
beating down the back of those weary souls
no reprieve from endless emptiness.

we all find ourselves in this path
at one point in our life or another
after being beaten down like ragged dogs.

but there is that little flickering flame deep inside
not quite yet snuffed out
it burns with a yearning, it just needs to grow
it is our driving will
to force us to look towards the end of the tunnel
and just maybe start to see the rising sunrise.