September rain  
falling grey on Monday faces
washes out the dusty traces
of August in the air,
coffee mug memories
warm and serene,
muse on the summer it might have been

What if the demons that haunt your nights
are the people that you've hurt.
What if the angels that protect your heart
are healed wounds and mistakes.

Living and learning,
fighting and loving,
healing and forgiving,
don't forget what life truly is.