Wondering

Late tonight,
Woken by dreams I can't remember.
The remenece of joy, pain and sadness but mostly love.

The face was blurred but familiar.
The ghost we all have that follows us,
Haunting us quietly mostly,
Yet sometimes louder than the pain we hide.

Sad but simple truth we all share as humans,
Some of us turn it into positive and go to others and give them out all.
Others hold back and ok play some stupid game of tit for tat.

Where love is a means to an end.
Not the one thing that fills our life with meaning.
Anger flows like dirty water during the latter.
Slowly dripping with poison.

Where we turn to the positive we run the risk that it is not given back fully.
Small gestures to give the allusion.
Short lived before the reminder creeps back that it's temporary.


What did we do in the situations?
Do we turn and walk or run away?
Stay and fight a pointless, endless fight?
For our own pride?
So we turn away scared of the future but ready for anything?

Each make theri own choice.
Live with the good and bad.
Always looking back wondering......,