When the 
heart breaks 
what it
lets go 
is not 
the good
but the 
bad making 
room for 
the better 

To fight 
the good 
fight is
not to 
win but
try for 
winning belongs 
to numbers 
and the 
fight to
one’s heart 

This world 
is but 
one place 
one stop
it is
not everything 
nor all 
in the 
grand scheme 
it is 
only a 
dot a
spot a
moment and 
a dream 

No one 
knows but
this I
do every 
end is
the way 
to start 
something new 

I am wood
be it barn
floor or tree
I have weathered 
but not weakened 
for I stand 
clad or support 
I will this
whatever this is 
or will be 
I for thee
to be free