Suffice to say that happiness comes
when we become comfortable
with our own ideas or with what we see
when we see ourselves.

Suffice to say that comfort comes
when we can see our reflection in the mirror
and be happy . . .

I 

I want to believe – You know?
Not because “I have to”
Or because “I should”
or because there’s a doctor out there
standing in the hallway
talking about hope
with a helpful diagnosis, a clipboard in hand,
white coat, stethoscope around the neck,
a pocket protector with a few pens
poking upwards from the top pocket.

We are experiencing life like never before.
This. Right here.
See it?
The upcoming hints of the warmer months
where the streets of New York and the Avenues,
or the cobblestone hideaways
will tend to reveal itself once more
and show a little skin. 

We are on the verge of a great revelation
or a new birth, so-to-speak.
And the world?
Well . . .

Sometimes,
I swear
You look around
and see the world as it’s happening,
right there before your eyes, live
and in person

I find that yes, it’s true.
We lose ourselves to the different brands of comparison.
We segregate opinions
by the so-called value of wealth
or experience or the lack thereof;
therefore, we put value in places
where we suppose that hey,
this must be best, right?

I am, in essence,
or essentially, I am this –
I am working and growing yet I am looking back
over my shoulder now (of course)
because the symptoms
are still in my rearview mirror.

The sea is the place for me.
No, wait –
I have dreams of mountaintops too
and daydreams of places I’ve never seen before.
But maybe . . .
. . .  someday

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I have spent years of my life,
wondering about what I can be
who I will be, what am I
or who do I want to be –

What is this?
Normal?
Curious . . .
Common? 

This is a fight you can’t see and yet
everybody knows.
Everyone knows what’s going on.
Everybody hears.
Everybody sees.

If I am to find myself,
then I will have to search in places
which I have never seen
nor ever dared to look.

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There is an ongoing idea that stems from my youth
which is still as true now as it was to me then. 
I have always been this – me