(well, this man, anyway)

My passport knows my calendar age
and, while I keep it,
my driving licence

But in my head
I am still thirty-five

And in my heart
I hope I can stay
seventeen
for ever.

If you're going through times lately
where it's hard to see past the day
the weight of the world falling on your back
and you're feeling lost and lonely
thinking to yourself if only
when you can't seem to find your way

When moments wants to bring you down
as you hit face first in the dirt
while trying to keep your faith from the hurt
that the heart is starting to lack
looking through the clouds that rain
waiting to see the best out of today
as tears drop emptiness on the ground

Just remember to keep holding on
to what is inside you that's never gone
look through the clouds that rain
and feel the warmth of that shining sun
that is hidden behind the pain
for there will always be better days to come
Spiritwind ©2016

We cannot take
a good, hard look
at ourselves
without help;
our own perception
a fun-house mirror,
twisting our foibles
into grotesques.
We become too big,
thinking we loom large
in the lives of others
who could not care less,
or we shrink into nothing,
disappearing from those
who miss us dearly.
Judge, jury and executioner,
we condemn ourselves
as not worthy of the air we breathe.
We cannot take
a good, hard look
at ourselves.
The look is rarely good,
and often far,
far too hard.

Friends come and go, but
In the most violent of storms,
Blood ties are life lines.