Best intentions

And somewhere in the eaves it shook;
A small
And hardly sounding creak
Or whisper, or a shout that took
A time of deafness to perceive.

And somewhere in the soul it snuck
Around
The years of insular
Defeat. Despite your best intent,
Your wakeup call can still, indeed,

Be missed. While life, and all the rest
Does drown
The ability to hear
What you, still open, wanted 
For yourself,
But missed while lost in fear.

A life worth living

It takes a true and special sort
To see what no one wants to.
It takes an even stronger soul
To stick it out though you may want to

Run or spit or take revenge
No matter how deserving
Your foe or friend or foe again
May warrant it, but life, unnerving

Has a way of working out
Or dragging down the best of 'em.
In short, it is a choice you have:
To float or sink with the rest of 'em, so,

Take care how you decide to go.
Dare goad the fate you're given?
While avoiding what you are,
You may just shun a life worth living.

Walk you over

Within the depths of sadness
That surge within the deepest souls
And the most shallow
Lies, always, despite
Your best unintention
A glimmer of hope, lying
Imperceptibly inside the din of dismay,
The shlep of everyday daunting,
And willing you
To sleep, but your soul
Is awake,
Even when you'd slept through it
And the millions
Of thousands
Of eons of times you'd tried
And the times you'd been left
Behind you,
Now,
Peacefully, resting restlessly on
The glimmer of the hope
Of the dream, and it persists
And exists because
Someone saw you on the floor
And someone chose to pick you up
Rather than walk you over.