Honour Myself Poem by Phil Soar

If I could control my thoughts,
and not give in to them
If I could monitor the swell of moods
that take me far away
If I could honour who I am
and how the chapters of my life tell my story
Then I perhaps might find some peace
in time of need

Those times I dwell on small obstructions
on my route along life's roads
tell the tale of how I've struggled
to offset this heavy load
When maybe if I held myself on pedestals of hope
And built myself a treehouse of happiness
Perhaps then I could find some peace

At an age when life should have settled me
Should have tested me, and not found me wanting
By now the haunting images that craft my every day
Paint pictures that no artist could convey
And yet underneath it all, there is a light
Amidst the darkness that invents itself at night
Leaves my soul empty and my heart alone
Until tomorrow
When I start my trip to an epilogue
Not yet written
Waiting for me to finish the story
No second series planned
It needs a happy end.