Choices

I…..Feel it

I Feel it pounding, not unlike a heartbeat, this

Strange and knowing feeling, driving me, driving my soul

I…..Feel it

Striking my mind, berating my soul, saying

Why, why are you not he you wish to be

I…..Control it

I am who I choose to be I scream, the past

Screams…..saying, you lie, you are what needs to be

I…..Refute it

I alone create reflection

I alone strike the match

On Any Beach

Laying on the beach, sand over toes and wind through hair,

Thought’s flee and spirit’s rise,

Needs fade, heart soothes, simple lives abound

Memories carry and soar.