Staring into the mirror at the man I didn’t want to become.
Confronting constancies asking, “What have you learn?”
I’m biting apologies seeing that I haven’t learned.
Spirit deflated, frustrated breathing.

The winds wrestles with tree’s branches and butterflies mingle with flowers.
Life as always continues to move about.
The Light is always seeking and being found.
Stay encourage for there is nothing better than a man who has not given in.

Staring at the mirror at the man I have become.
Many directions only one outcome, God shall rejoice over me!
No more tears for I am love, the seal of perfection!

My mind swims with thoughts of you.
Bright light chase behind to magnify a vision of loveliness.
Bless with a coke bottle figure, dimple and a voice that angels envy, she’s irresistibly hot  
Caught in the madness I scream, “Outstanding she’s the one.”

Corny lines drip from loose lips.
How many times will I look and ponder as she leisurely walks by?
I paint the sky blue not because it my favorite color but it represent my pain, as useless words continue to ooze.

Lead pencil break, I do too.
I sharpen to be near her.
Liking her style I move in closer and smile.
Her eyes twinkle.
I’ve figure it out, caterpillars, cocoons then butterflies.
In a field of flowers we’re meant to entwine.

-McArthur Hunt Jr.