I Can

Intentions are good but it’s actions that count, and a ‘thank you’ for your effort all depends on the amount. angry and hurt, the resentment set in, all the places we go are just the places we’ve been. we savor sunlight, through blankets of clouds, it may not be much, but we’ll take all that’s allowed metaphors and similes, great tools to write a poem, but what metaphor explains when you’re surrounded yet alone? no more sugarcoating, I’ve not been a happy man, but i finally found the person there to tell me that I can, I can be the man I’ve always known I am I can take, head on, the things from which I ran. I was searching for the perfect woman, it seems as though I got her. And I really couldn’t ask for more because she brought with her my daughter.