Nightcry Poem by Yvonne Darlene Hogan

All the hate you dream in your heart
has it faded yet?
All the paint that an artist tears apart
the canvas will forget...
It's not the art you must effort towards
Or the pain and suffering you endure.
But the miles you tread for your own self...
To make your way to good again.
All the fate you dream in your heart
has it shown to you yet?
All the shame that a sad man departs
with is all you'll ever regret.
For you took the time to focus on the hurt
For your focus was on the detail of their words.
It's not the art you must effort towards
Or the pain and suffering you endure.
But the miles you tread for your own self...
To make your way to good again.

The question is will you make your way?