How is a broken fence mended?

Crawls.As twilight escorts the rising moon!Strangers…Known in dreams.Whisper of their presence unseen.But felt…By a familiar comfort embraced.My steps cease to seek a quickened pace.There is no wish for leaving.I am told in my mind I should stay.Soft voices dance within rainbowed light!Sparkling to convince…I should pray with faith.And they would make my life right!Picking teachers…

And that is proof enough,That what one initiates…Only has to inspire the desireTo make real what isn’t.Like any emotion…That begins from mere suggestion.And anyone who has ever felt,What has not been seen…Knows it is better left mentioned,And described…To gain the best affect!Thus creating any reaction that is wished!Especially in a controlled environment.

To some say come easy,To pick and twist.And stay sticking with wit.For those seeking a mental comfortness.Me loco el cuckoo,If I choose to!And I choose to do this to you too!To leave you with a ‘huh’?

At those ‘good ole days’,Are not scenes I welcome.Since those days I lived,Back then ‘when’…I remember mostly as unpleasant.To rate those days,I would say…Good to the riddence of them.Not that I didn’t have ‘some’ good times.I do remember some of them.But where would I put them,On a scale of ‘good and plenty’?Some I ‘weeded’ through…With…

Seems not to appeal to you.And whatever you keep within,It is there and not revealed.And secrets kept to chase…To conceal,Will not take away my happiness.To make that second place.Especially when it has taken too long…To make an appearance on my face.And it does not fake when it shows.That’s how I know you’re not real.There is…

Knowing what it is…It is like finding a rare jewel.Having discovered…Like a misplaced twenty dollar bill,It is not malicious at all!In fact…Finding it has made you happy.You may wish your ambitions,To share this growth process…One of the most frustrating tasksYou have selected as a challenge!Either you will be classified as crazed?Be prepared.Or…You will be gossiped,As…