There are days 
such as this 
when words evade
and don’t express
just quiet thoughts 
going no where 
long road trips 
down straight highways 
empty of cars 

I wear scars
not as medals 
but as blemishes 
wee little pockmarks 
like the moon
whose face is 
riddled with impacts 
now seen imperfections 
which gives it 
character yes that’s 
me the moon
smiling despite the 
heavens best efforts 
to make ugly 

The things 
that matter
the most 
always return 
the things 
that appeared 
so are
the first 
to go 

So many spend
so much life
wishing and wanting 
and waiting and 
dreaming but still 
so few doing 
the things needed 
it takes courage 
yes and will 
yes but mostly 
all it takes 
is gotta wanna 
no matter what 

I didn’t waste 
time trying to 
piece back together 
the broken parts 
because anything shattered 
won’t line up 
rather I started 
over from scratch 
with the knowledge 
of what didn’t 
not what had
taking the best 
I shaped it 
slowly into this