As I gather the pieces

between the now

and what was then

without the wonder

of what should’ve been.


I’ve come to discover

the missing piece

of life and its little puzzle.


Taken aback from

a thought befuddled

with a wish in one hand

—conviction the other

it dawned upon me

that I should

no longer bother

to stand inclined

with the nonsense

from which I juggle.


For the truth she lays

sharp and silent

upon this beautiful morning

right next to me

where we used to be.


So I shall lay here

with the beautiful mess

that pushes me

towards the being of my best,

or should I wait to hear

—maybe finally see

the song that serenades

this morning so free

sing right through me?

BeLove © 2018

My roots are buried in the Dirty South. I grew up learning the importance of God and Southern Charm. I began writing in my late teens mostly through heartbreak and music. I moved out west 15 years ago and live right around the corner from the Fountain Of Youth. Most people refer to it as Lake Tahoe. I play Chef during the day and search for ways to save the world by night, through reading, writing, and believing. I enjoy the side of life that is less abrasive. I look forward to joining you on my quest through Spiritual Sobriety with the Promised Land as our ultimate destination.

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