To your diary.
Your dreams
Needn't be silent.
Save pain for the
Daylight.
Paint your nights
In red while you
Still can.
Spring may not
Be as pleasant.
Neither your
New job.
Endings are not
Always sunsets.
New beginnings,
Not that simple.
There's no shame
In painting,
On a canvas that's
Black.
You face your
Demons by
Taking them by
Horns.
You may not be
A metador, but
When a bull pokes
It's face..
What options,
Do you have?