Michael Ainsley Poet Blank verse

The Promise of a Better Life

Some days movement of any kind                                                                     Is enough to remind me that I am alive.                                                            That these emotional thunderstorms in my heart                                                Are so full of ifs and buts and should have been                                                 That there is barely room enough for love.                                                                    How I admire those who have mastered the art of living in the moment.              Those who leave their  pain behind when the lesson is learned.                           The waves are getting pretty high today                                                           And swimming to the shore is a daunting exercise                                             But I am learning to navigate this fog of illusions that surround me.                     I think this is my moment                                                                                I am going to transform myself from one moment to the next                             Without being drawn into the future or the past again.                                       I have fought  and beaten cigarettes alcohol drugs and leaned to live alone        Surly I can reprogram my heart                                                                       For the promise of a better life.

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Eileen Manassian August 21, 2016 at 3:39 AM I'm working on some of the same issues, Michael. I'm learning to live in the present and deal with some of my own shortcomings and addictions. Stay positive, dear... Michael Ainsley August 21, 2016 at 11:23 PM We will be strong together.Just knowing that another knows about your struggle can lift your Spirit and sooth the memories of your heart.I be leave in Einstein's sting theory;Which states everything is connected with a substance he could not name.So he called it string.All of us are connected.This why words have power and love is the strongest. You are beautiful and we will stay strong together.Thalia the transgender woman that is no longer hiding inside of Michael.God bless. Remember we may never meet but we can be strong together

Kelly Deschler August 19, 2016 at 7:02 PM Heartfelt words of hope for more in life than what has been before. Keeping your heart open to all possibilities is the key... I can relate so well to this poem, Michael... Beautifully written! Michael Ainsley August 21, 2016 at 11:29 PM Sometimes a little bit of light breaks through and what a joy when someone sees it.

Duke Beaufort August 19, 2016 at 2:19 PM Wonderful. How hard it is to be alive in the moment. I often think of things from the past that still bother me, but I am getting better at dismissing these thoughts as useless and foolish. The happier I am, the less of this I have. So it is kind of an emotional barometer. Good luck to you. We know there are always setbacks here and there. Sometimes major ones! The style you are using with space in the middle is touching. It makes me think of a void.

Andrea Dietrich August 17, 2016 at 9:28 PM VERY heartfelt. you are saying so much about yourself here, dear. When will you use your new name? I really enjoyed this one from you. Glad you were able to take Daniel's advice and edit your poem! Michael Ainsley August 18, 2016 at 8:12 AM So glad you stopped by.I love your picture. When ever I see it I smile.You look so friendly and open to life.

Daniel Turner August 17, 2016 at 1:20 PM I really like this, Michael. The trick is not to forget, but to learn. The heart never forgets a loving touch. Great write. Love the conviction! Michael Ainsley August 17, 2016 at 4:40 PM Thank you for your comments Daniel,and your good advice on editing. I really need that!

Michael Ainsley August 17, 2016 at 12:58 PM the word illustrations in this poem should be illusions.Sorry ! Daniel Turner August 17, 2016 at 1:18 PM Click the edit button beside the top left hand corner of the poem and fix it. It's simple.