The Pen Of Possibility

A few thoughts, because I haven't shared in a while:
There is no great secret in life, other than the limitations we place in front of us. Each day we have a choice to look at ourselves as half empty, or half full of the potential that is deep within. The challenge is to begin with gratitude for all that has been given, and expect the best of everything because if we can think it, and visualize it, then it can become reality. To summarize;

The Pen In My Hand

The pen in my hand
Says I am a story
Living every day
Being who I want to be
Happy as I want the be
Choosing to be positive
Going beyond the limits
Of this limited space
To see a universe of possibility
Rather than the despairing pessimist
I choose to give energy
Or refuse to feed with negativity
The pen in my hand
Says write my story
Because I can!

D.A. Wittler 17’

Saying Something From Nothing

When There's Nothing Left To Say

Here I am today

Caught between beginning

And ending

Indulging my love affair with lettuce

Side item on a list

Below the main course.

And you

Are you a beginning, or an ending?

At first there was everything at stake

All to gain

Then life happened

Bland items on a menu

Work was the means

Weekends the reason

To escape my wretchedness.

When there's nothing left to say

We can get lost

Or write another story

Of me, and you

Finding new glory

Moving forward.

And so

With you the conversion continued

And my dirty little secrets

Crept in

To steal away the pleasure

Of being into you.

                    So words began to wain

Silence to overwhelm

No more pie, and coffee

On a Tuesday afternoon

And there was nothing left to do.

Again, here I am

May I suggest

A novel attitude

Turn the pages

See what's new on the other side

Speaking in silence

Praying in the darkness

Of a lonely hotel room

Open the drawer

Pull open the pages

Of “where to go when”

Finding someone

To begin again.

When there's nothing left to say

We can get lost

Or write another story

Of me, and you

Finding new glory

Moving forward.

I've had enough of platitudes

Singing to the rafters

While others become bystanders

Listening for something

They can grab onto

Like a message

To sink into their system

But it never comes

The answers lie within

And I'm missing you

But there was nothing left to say

And so it ended

Like an epic tragedy.

When there's nothing left to say

We can get lost

Or write another story

Of me, and you

Finding new glory

Moving forward.

                                  D.A. Wittler 17’