At the end
Of anything it’s
Often horribly dark
Cold and dank
It’s because we
Keep looking at
What once was
Emptiness is empty
Missing those things
That once filled
Then we turn
And see something
Else there out
There on the
Horizon and life
Not us moves
Us forward that
Thing out there
That thing that
We move slowly
Towards is hope
Hope of tomorrow
Of something better
Of a future
Absent of emptiness
I haven’t had
Much luck in
Love but great
Fortune my purse
May be empty
But my heart
Remains full I’m
A terrible gambler
I cannot bluff
When it comes
To love often
Loosing but always
Enjoying the game
And isn’t that
Better in the
Long run anyway
I awoke in
A field of
Wildflowers lavender honeysuckle
Peony and bluebell
Each different yet
Each the same
The same because
To my eye
They simply surround
Me like old
Friends different because
Like old friends
Each brings its
Own distinct color
Fragrance and beauty
Surrounded by nature’s
Possibilities do I
Pick or absorb
Breathing in I
Decide to snap
One free just
For me now
Come home with
Me and let
Me enjoy you
Where I can
Always see you
Where you belong
Beside me forever
I have been
Rebuilt even better
After a lifetime
Of heartbreak God
Presented a miracle
He refashioned my
Heart to be
Made of rubber
Able to withstand
The pummeling and
Pounding of those
Without hearts hell
Bent on making
Those that do
As cold as
Them but not
Me their hammers
Merely bounce back
To them echoing
You cannot hurt
Me any longer
I yearn to
Love someone told
Me but there
Is no one
To love me
Back then I
Suggest keep it
For your self
It is impossible
To give away
What you don’t
Possess for if
You truly possessed
It you would
Be generous with
It absent return
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 