Just Another Poet

There is a place where happiness hides,

A box shut tight.

no chances take.

A stream that meanders past,

it glistens at me,

it has no knowledge that I exist but that does not impede its flow.

This is where others swim,

whilst on opposite banks we sit.

I only want to dip my toe,

I scream,

to sample the sensation, a briefest time.

I can remember,

how it felt,

now I doubt that thought will visit me again.

I own all I need and more, I have my partial space but not complete

It missed the soul and missed the why.

From a distance I can see the sun, but its rays have yet to warm this damaged heart

And when I find a mirrored life, I stop then think and ponder why

A broken coin cannot be formed,

Weld two separate pieces into one,

Does that not have value,

Cannot it not be spent,

to barter for a better life.

I ask for nothing but demand that this time delivers all,

I will not faint my belief, that I do deserve,

A recovered chance beckons, entice me fore.

How much shall I risk on this, my absorbing need?

Every part of my being until there is nothing left and then give more.

For there is no rehearsal to this play,

No practice to get wrong,

there is no sense in wasting time,

for time will not wait for my encore.

If you the mirrored face,

look and see empty space,

If you are tired of breathing out when all you need is to inhale

If you have never smiled this day, will you stand to change this way?

There is a place where happiness hides

It is a place to be construct

The solve to this persistent pawn

To alter the direction of the flow.