create.

there are evenings, soft and smooth
that speak to a will inside
create. build. think. prosper.
these are half-truths
cushioned in soft encouragement
what you are will bloom to the surface
if only you allow nothing but spring
to seed in your mind

then there are glorious nights
coarse and vulgar. rough and ready.
nights of darkness and fear
where there is a raw and bubbling urge to
procrastinate. lie. destroy. fail.
perfect and real failure.

my father told me once
once, when speaking was in season,
that I was a far cry from failure,
yet I have been living on its front stoop

recession has hit dreams the hardest.
I think, we feel, you know.
create.