Like eyes veiled
behind dark glasses
the bluest sky
breaks quietly through
the curtain cracks
winking at me
with each passing
cloud floating by
hey there handsome
how’s that coffee
Author: Harlan Didrickson
I first started writing this blog as a way to refocus my thinking after a debilitating mental breakdown in 2008. Having been educated in writing, I had hoped that my love for words would have left a trail for me to follow and, well, here we are.
Oh
Oh if I
only knew how
don’t you think
that I would
but I don’t
and this then
is that when
you go yours
I go mine
for the one
we were once
has become two
Into
Stepping into
not away
takes courage
but in
doing so
one must
leave behind
this has
always been
my direction
forward and
never back
for then
has been
Hope
I do believe
that keeping candles
lit or torches
burning despite darkness
shows the light
of hope for
others to find
it mightn’t lead
for hope isn’t
always a light
that others see
Grateful
I am now
at the point
of being a
guest in this
my own life
who every day
walks in and
looks around saying
oh my what
a marvelous life
and beautiful home
you have here
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 