I watch my thoughts just come and go.

Some are dark and some are light.

There will be a day when I will know

I can control which come into sight.

I long for the time when I can push away

the dark thoughts I don’t want to see,

and pick the ones that joyfully display

that I am not a prisoner of my history.

I am the see-r behind the views,

the artist of the sculpture of my mind,

the poet who can pen the blues

or create soaring anthems to the Divine.

I am the meaning-destroyer with the chisel of cynicism sharp

and the meaning-maker with loving hands that shape the clay.

I determine what becomes a work or art,

a beautiful thought, or shards to be thrown away.

There will be a day when dark thoughts may come anew.

I will just push them away.

They are but ghosts who hide the view

of the joy and beauty around me today.

I will never know the answers to all the mysteries.

But I can laugh with the universe, I can dance with irony,

I can enjoy the absurd, and play with possibilities.

I can remind myself–I am more than my biology.