A small thought

The explosions of tremors throughout my soul.
Even the tenderness is robbed from me. Hot
coals severe me deep within.

So cautious I have become. Protective of how,
who I move through. Yet even in those attentive moments
I leap with some unheard of joy.

A simple pleasure leaks within the curved lips.
Enticing the mind to replay memories of days
long gone. The lovely wonders and tender whispers
that trace fine lines upon my mind.

The softest of nudging holds me. Beckoning me to
close my drooping steel blues. Dreaming opens
who I thought about last. They decorate my
wits with opened drawers and untucked boxes.
Only to pressure me into remaining in a
constant positive arena.

Truly I find how magnificent a day can start
in a trembling terrorizing way but conclude in
a calming, oceanic field. Indeed the factor of simplicity in
a kindness that can drain negativity and move
the entire soul to new astounding levels.

Of course I strive to not let any bitter, loneliness
slink inside. It is a grand test whether to listen or
to bat away.  For the spirit I have is strong.

My crime my mistake but my reward is ever
clear. A calm. The light of goodness. A great
sign of knowledge. Above all is the motivation
to see potential in the tiniest of favor.

See that is the difference between being a victim
of your own circumstance and a survivor of your
choices made. Life. Positive and ongoing. Growing
and apply. Disciplined and refined to the best
potter in the universe.