Being is
different from 
becoming different 
than before 
being is
not had
or having 
being better 
isn’t being 
different being
doesn’t know 
what it
ever missed
being does
as being 
is just 
being that

Absent of this 
empty of that 
keeper of peace
calm and serenity 
come and go 
stay a while 
yes and no 
and maybe too
just the water 
never the ice
this is me
then after all 

We all need 
to be heard
by others maybe 
even by ourselves 
our voice is 
the signature of 
our thoughts and 
the fingerprint of 
our mind our 
eyes speak for 
our souls and 
my lips well
they only speak 
for my heart 

I am 
but a
blank sheet
of paper 
upon which 
those I
do meet
write themselves 

There’s little 
worse I
think than
hope for 
the disappointment 
of same 
is the 
kind of 
ache that 
can’t be 
soothed only 
ever ignored
time it
does take 
to pull 
one away 
and on