Wonderful Predicament

What you cannot have always seems to be near.

Such beautiful agony to behold…

As your heart begins to ache from the needed release,

another thorn is pushed in.

You ask, "When will this end?"

Truth is it's a part of life.

Separation from that anguish would rip you apart because.....

you like the seldom pleasant thoughts and dreams.

The never-ending possibilities that may be spawned are of little hope,

but, they bring you comfort in times of darkness.

Praying your dwelled-over ideas will have perfect results.

"There must be something better,” you say.

Perhaps if you put forth some initiative toward what you want.

You never know what may come to be if you change your view.