POTLUCK

Waiting on the next storm to come
because I like the outcome of storms.
They bring refraction of light in multiple beams
the kind you only find when we daydreaming and wishing
I'm so anxious to feel the greatness and rewards of a emotional-
feeling for another who is feeling for me
no more chasers,
no more excuses about past abuse that made me hide-
in the barriers that keeps me from ever loving again.
Its coming soon, I seen the signs from HIM
So let it rain and storm
until cold showers defeats the humidity of failure
I'm running in the direction where the colors end
to get to my Pot of Gold of loving someone again.

By LeRoy Goetzendanner