Trying to escape,
Is often easier,
Than it may seem. …

There are days,
I can clearly see,
And intensely feel, …

And now,
He too is gone.
To a place I cannot see, …

The hardest choices,
I’ve made in life,
Were often the best, …

Memories we create,
In time fade.
I find it sad, …

Perhaps sunsets,
Are only beautiful,
Because I was taught, …

I stood there and gazed,
But couldn’t understand.
In earlier times, …

Studying the essence,
Hiding beneath the mask,
Would have served me better, …

It is enough,
To partially comprehend,
Yet deeply believe. …

One day,
I too shall fall,
And what is left behind, …

I am made,
Essentially the same way.
Clunky, …

To be open,
Melt when it’s time,
Lend a helping hand, …

Waking up,
After a blustery night,
We found our snowman, …

Few carry themselves,
With pride and style,
Wearing humility, …

Clarity,
Matters less,
For that which I see, …

There are things,
In plain daylight,
That I clearly see, …