Thoughts Of Yours Have Been Occupants Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

There is only one thing,
You can hold in your hand...
While balling your fist.
Is the acknowledgement,
Of being accessible.
And being conscious of it.

Finding fault with accusations.
To free yourself from grief,
To experience bliss.
Know this...

There is only one thing,
You can hold in your hand...
While balling your fist.
Is the acknowledgement,
Of being accessible.
And being conscious of it.

You did not just reappear,
Out of thin air.
You made your decisions.
And in your head,
Thoughts of yours...
Have been occupants there!

If...
The finding of fault with accusations,
Will free you from feeling grief...
To experience bliss?
Know this...

There is only one thing,
You can hold in your hand...
While balling your fist.
And that would be the acknowledgement,
Of being accessible.
And being conscious of it.
Know this!