A Picture Of You

Every time I stand tall, I watch myself sit back down. Every time I think beyond my means, I watch myself contract. This is not an end. This is the start of the book, that has as many chapters as I have lives. I promise myself each night that tomorrow is going to be ok, but when I awake the sun erases those thoughts, and replaces them with bright flashes of life’s problems. Today is a different day. The things that stopped me before, have been smashed with a vengeance, the people that dragged me down have no tongue. I’m looking into the sky once again, and instead of clouds I see a picture of perfection, a picture of you.

(May 2004)

River Hunt