Poetry For Everyday People
Everyday
I realize we can't change
the past, our memories,
we have to except ourselves
for who we are, which includes
what we've done up to now,
that the future is in our
hands, to create, to paint,
to write, to love, to save,
to look in the mirror hard
and be happy, be content,
be thankful,
at some point we have to
let go of memories that bring
us down, that shame us, that
make us feel conned, used,
discarded, we are entitled
to mistakes, perfection is cold
like a white coat stranger feeling
your heart,
without mistakes there is no wisdom,
no experience, no beautiful scars,
no reference,
at some point we have to celebrate
the chance, live the days we have left
with spirit, the image of a fish out
of water struggling to live reminds me
of the preciousness of life, how fast
it's taken, how a hook can reach down
from the sky and grab us,
so grab a quilt, a basket of food, wine,
water, the love in your life, a friend, your kids,
your parents, your neighbor, your guitar,
your dog, a book, go sit underneath a tree
in the park, go listen to music live, alive
and happy, make sandwiches for those who need
them,
throw yourself a kiss in the mirror, a wink,
put the bad behind you and live your life,
if you need proof of magic, look in the mirror,
go walk in a garden, let your eyes dance with
a butterfly, call your dog, your cat,
if your patterns have taken you down, jump
out of your routines, if you can't do it alone,
ask a friend for help, if you don't have anybody,
find someone, go to the library and find books,
someone else's been there and made it out, now
they left you a map,
it's all in our hands, we're in control of
every aspect of our lives, remember the smiles
directed at you rather than the ugly, there is
no reason to live pain that is self inflected,
tonight the moon is bright and full in mystery
skies, I find it romantic in my pajama bottoms
and my Guitar Shorty T-shirt, a homeless person
looking at that same moon might think of it
as a night light, a lonely person might think
of it as a friend,
getting out of down ain't easy
but it is done.
the past, our memories,
we have to except ourselves
for who we are, which includes
what we've done up to now,
that the future is in our
hands, to create, to paint,
to write, to love, to save,
to look in the mirror hard
and be happy, be content,
be thankful,
at some point we have to
let go of memories that bring
us down, that shame us, that
make us feel conned, used,
discarded, we are entitled
to mistakes, perfection is cold
like a white coat stranger feeling
your heart,
without mistakes there is no wisdom,
no experience, no beautiful scars,
no reference,
at some point we have to celebrate
the chance, live the days we have left
with spirit, the image of a fish out
of water struggling to live reminds me
of the preciousness of life, how fast
it's taken, how a hook can reach down
from the sky and grab us,
so grab a quilt, a basket of food, wine,
water, the love in your life, a friend, your kids,
your parents, your neighbor, your guitar,
your dog, a book, go sit underneath a tree
in the park, go listen to music live, alive
and happy, make sandwiches for those who need
them,
throw yourself a kiss in the mirror, a wink,
put the bad behind you and live your life,
if you need proof of magic, look in the mirror,
go walk in a garden, let your eyes dance with
a butterfly, call your dog, your cat,
if your patterns have taken you down, jump
out of your routines, if you can't do it alone,
ask a friend for help, if you don't have anybody,
find someone, go to the library and find books,
someone else's been there and made it out, now
they left you a map,
it's all in our hands, we're in control of
every aspect of our lives, remember the smiles
directed at you rather than the ugly, there is
no reason to live pain that is self inflected,
tonight the moon is bright and full in mystery
skies, I find it romantic in my pajama bottoms
and my Guitar Shorty T-shirt, a homeless person
looking at that same moon might think of it
as a night light, a lonely person might think
of it as a friend,
getting out of down ain't easy
but it is done.
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