Sunsets and Tuberose

So, lately, I’ve been writing
how I feel.
It’s healthy to.be
honest with oneself.
But every time the night
starts to unpeel
The negativity-
I’m overwhelmed!

But there’s honest
happiness,
if you look.

To think good thoughts-
a lot like lifting weights.
And, sometimes,
every thought is one more rep
A weakened mind is buried – dissipates
The metal gym is calling –
one more rep!

What makes you
happy right now?

Peachy

“Your life is
someone’s dream,
Don’t be ungrateful.”

On imperfections,
my mind fixates, 
Like sitting, staring at
cracks on the floor.
That “perfect thinking”
yields tiredness. 

But I can only see life’s crack
when I’m looking down. 

I’m upset that I have
not thankfulness – 
That, like a see-saw,
my mind fluctuates.
Comparing things I see
and things I saw.

The struggle is real.

My Tomatoes

“You can’t be bitter
and expect life
to be sweet.”

Within the heart,
my red and ripened fruit,
Are hidden feelings
I knew not I had.
They sprout in secret
from a bitter root.

And what can make
this bad blood obsolete?
From pain, so unresolved,
that grew so bad?
A disappointed soul
now grows unsweet.

I lift my hands and say
“God, take it away.”