A Thousand Reasons to move away from the light

There are always a thousand reason for:
Doing nothing.
Of others to stop thinking,
Making it difficult for some to stop drinking,
Or  others from honesty shirking,
When it is disclosures we should be thinking
   of giving 
Not allowing thoughts of hate to be maturing
When it is  ones of love nurturing,
That we will be needing,
If we want our heart to be rejoicing.

There are always a thousand reasons for:
Not telling,
Not sharing 
Not caring,
Or taking the path of no return,
And moving away from the light to a room,
  that is forever darkening.

Yet only one reason to;
Run towards the light,
And towards others be unconditional
   in our Loving.,
While we are still living.

So, here's hoping,
My heart is still yearning,
For others in kind to be responding,
Prepared for less of my conditioning,
And just listening to the joy of my heart beating,
The sight of my eyes Twinkling,
And my lips quivering,
Even more joy bringing,
As in their uniqueness I am basking,
A uniqueness that requires from me no meddling,
Or conditioning,
If my heart is truly singing,
A tune that is loving,
Warm and inviting,
That entices a response in kind to be
  worth considering,
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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Smith nee Howarth Avatar
September 6, 2026 at 4:13 AM
A moving, didactic free-verse reflection on the many easy routes into silence, avoidance, and darkness, set against the single, courageous choice to move toward love. The recurring “-ing” sounds give the poem a flowing, prayer-like momentum, while the repetitions of “There are always a thousand reasons” effectively frame its moral and emotional argument. I especially appreciated the gradual turn from social observation—drinking, dishonesty, hate—to the intimate pulse of “my heart beating,” “eyes Twinkling,” and “lips quivering.” The closing idea that another person’s uniqueness needs “no meddling / Or conditioning” is generous and humane: love here becomes attention, acceptance, and an invitation rather than control.
Smith Avatar
September 6, 2026 at 11:52 AM
Thanks so much not just for reading but for putting so much thought into your reply and going some way to scotch the rumors this side of the ditch about the brain power of those your side of ditch. I feel humbled by your reply, I don't write solely for the kudos but it is nice to know there are others who get what I am Trying to say in my work, Get renewed hope from it or it makes them smile, laugh out loud or derive some comfort from knowing they are not alone in a world where a sense of community is hard to find. And if others are inspired to write down their thoughts then that is a bonus. Best regards for all your endeavors in making life good for you and your family in a place that is not Wainuiomata NZ, haha. Sorry my wicked sense of humor showing through. Regards David
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