Words unfold a new numbered page

         Words fill the air and silence
becomes my best friend. Just feeling
the air as it dries, drowns out all that is
shaking me right now.

         The emotions of disappointment
before daybreak. Still hits close but the
mind is wise. The words just free, ease
the pain.

       So much I hoped. Ah ha the laughter
erupts but all will be congenial  soon.
The mildness of a smile will be found
in the corners of pale rosy lips.

     The quietness will be explored with
sighs and a small amount of sniffles.
Soon the night will close and the day
will unfold.

     Indeed the coldness of the air
will draw the imaginary line through
the angry me eliminating all self hate.

   Indeed a feat not easy to do. Yet
the mind, the soul keep moving forward.

    Alas I can say that the day began
not as "I" wanted but perhaps there
awaits something else.

    I do not know the future but the hope,
the dream is very much alive. For this
I must continue. Forgiving myself
of the self loathing moments.
Placing in the air the whispers of hope.

    The hope that someone might have
heard.

    Now to give thanks to Jehovah for the
beauty of this crisp morning,  my
breath of fresh air. Clean and now
very hopeful.

    Indeed. Words fly right out of me.
Never do they make sense until read
together.

    A kind hello to you my dear friend.
I hope you get to experience  the cold,
early morning air as I did. Feel the
crispness as you inhale and sip some
warm coffee.

    To this I hope a calm day and one
that gives joy. I know I will need calm
for one more day I live, turning the
pages of my book to a new number.

    Indeed I had hoped forgetting
with company would be there. Alas
who knows what the day shall bring.

   A hope.