Take heart
you may not have a cakewalk
to the garden of paradise
but you have a choice.
life can be as painful
or wonderful as you will it to be
born of your own choosing
its a delicate little dance
well versed in heartbreak
but also rejuvenation.
some gracefully skipping steps
touching each mile stone along the way
while others fall between the cracks,
without a second thought
from those
who are winning.
they aren’t important though
don’t pay attention to the winners
the perfect, the straight laced,
the button up jobies with black pencil ties and white tucked in shirts
glasses so thick they’re willfully blind,
sitting at the bus station chained to their briefcases
ready to catch the next ride
to an almost certain demise.
the lost souls are undeniably more interesting
they’ve been through the hell fire
the down and out, the lost and forgotten
the damned
the on the mend,
seer sayers of our time
one hand
reaching up towards the sky
in a quiet constance
of last refrain,
a dutiful effort
in the presence
of one last
rainbow.