I Quit

When is it enough?

Struggle and strive,

               for what?

Enough is enough,

                enough is enough. . .

When?

       When will it be?

Every hit or miss,

        mostly miss,

        mostly miss.

In my Antagony

I fail to see

                 the point.

So I Quit.

The Moment

 I’d love to have my world

     painted in gorgeous, 

     but life is not that.

Life is not painted in gorgeous.

Life is printings of dated maps,

     covering unsightly holes

     in the walls of,

                  “I didn’t ask for this.”

The curse of humanity,

woven to repeat history.

The world is beyond my gaze

              of masterful praise. 

It spoke to me through

   the rhythm of the waterfalls.

I look the other way-

     A picture I once saw,

now hanging

          on the holey walls

             of my memory.

A river stone to save

            The Moment.

Growing Faith

 I’m lost without faith

in my broken space.

Shattered glass-

nothing broke.

I’ve awoken

to spoken

woes of attempts

at peace.

And Worry will not cease

to keep me searching

for the sound of shattered glass

in my broken space.

It seems as if the sound

is from outside the grounds,

and everything around

can’t shatter Growing Faith

in my broken space.