Returning from adversity self imposed From a dissatisfaction of my results perhaps Or a sense of stagnancy Or the clock not giving me what I want
There was old scars too, with emotion ebbing underneath Strange how such sugar coating Should taste so bitter in hindsight At the old image such interconnections showed Maybe the stain wasn't so vivid in her eyes
The week was hard I worked hard despite the need to not to do anything at all Each time I dragged myself away I gave myself a trivial little gift But it was hard to keep it all in
I opened myself, just enough, to a friend When another couldn't be there The prowd man didn't want to, thought it weak And he could have handled it on his own But maybe he realises something That he doesn't deserve pain anymore
As I see the subtle nuances of the return Smiles from friends silently concerned And my confidence flow in the face of juvenile ***** I'm reminded of the strength I've earned
Sometimes I fall under old truths of self Aspects that may always be there to glue my feet But now, with these new eyes This new sculpture of a man And the depths of my mind, tongue and brush Flowing so freely The old truths fit in a greater landscape
One where strength And more importantly optimism Prevails