The True Motivation... Poem by RIC BASTASA

most of the time
the reason was heart ache
it is only seldom when
the reason is the joy of freedom

most of the time the chains clank
the letters
and it will be long and labyrinthine

seldom will the reason be the flowers
blooming along the hills
the crows taking nothing and the
fish settling on the lives of the
corals beneath the belly of the
sea

seldom does happiness spark
most of the time is the darkness of the night
that howls
in you.