Sometimes
Its author
And how
The reader
Feels about them…
Influences
How it is
Received.
In every age
One is written
The time
Colors its
Words.
Though my
Thoughts
May hover
Inspirationally
On high,
It does not do so
Alone.
There is the thread
Of my Divine
Conversation
With you
And the
Universe…
Where I talk
About my
Darker days
And moments,
Struggling
With what
It means
To suffer
This human
Existence
And STILL
Find beauty
And love,
Despite
The bitter
Tears
Of disappointment.
But where
Love is eternal
The sadness,
Anger,
&
Hurt
Are never
Forever.
It is only
In the stark
Contrast
Of those poems
Which vent
And process
The darker
Side of my soul
That those
Of inspiration
Are made
Brighter
Than all
The rest.