No More... 

There are no more yesterdays,

— All neatly packed — lost dreams

Crushed into small painted boxes

Are in the cellars of my heart...

There are no more minutes gone

Where guilt ate at my soul;

Errant love choking breathless

Makes reason for existence

In this fragile life of one...

There are no painful tears shed

For enemies with sweet smiles;

Of cruel thoughts and subjective whims,

— Self inflicted injuries on fair skin —

In an isolated room of lost thought.

There is only now, and from now

There; and from there to nowhere,

For love flows where awareness sows;

And glows where all action grows!

© Carol Phelan Aebby