times and troubles, closing heart
times that tear the soul apart
worthless days, release of joy
life of games, hope destroyed
more than feelings, more than lies
waking soul disrobes the guise
to see the beauty, seize the time
grasping gratitude, dawns the trying
eyes awake, eyes that beg
for real and true, no heed of end's sake
cherished hope through doubts and drives
through muddled moments . . .
precious life
dana this poem is pretty really pretty
I like the holding onto / bad - letting go theme.
Nice guitar on the photo ;-)