Here’s to you,
obvious minefield.
Here’s to you, dark clouds
and silver lightning.
Here’s to your reputation,
established before you begin —
but also to your falling in love again
with possibility.
Here’s to where you stand on today
today, here’s to stepping up
to a stand you’ll take tomorrow
for tomorrow.
Here’s to your yesterday.
May it be yesterday. May it stay yesterday;
may it remind and inform but never,
ever repeat.
Dark Matter 
January 2nd, 2016 at 10:01 am
Because the only choice other than to bear it is too often even more unbearable.
January 2nd, 2016 at 9:40 am
your thoughtful poem leads me to ask myself “how do we ever manage to bear this life?”.