Standing In the Light
by Michael Doyle

Let me share a secret
That's hard to forget
They say to write what you know
This blank page only goes to show

Maybe how little that is
And how much I miss
In a life that's full motion
But often empty of emotions

Who is this "they" who has found
My writing crisis disallowed
I can't help that I know so little
Or that I'm always in the middle

Neither starting nor completely done
Neither great nor really anyone
I only wish that someone
Might tell me how this life is won

I was kicked into this world crying
Yet, I swear I'm always trying
I look at this world with open eyes
All that I realize is that I'm often unwise

The good Lord knows I make a lot of mistakes
I have pages of songs about heartbreaks
If broken hearts and stubbed toes count
I've learned a lot of what this world is about

It's mostly about keeping on keeping on
Painting by the number of my days until they're gone
Where I can, it's about lending a hand
To the next poor soul and trying to understand

They say to write what it is that I know
While I box my experiences in the shadow
Maybe someday, I'll learn enough to write
For now, though, I'm just standing in the light

(c) July 2, 2024   Michael Doyle
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