Emotional Gusts

Does daily life ever go to plan.
Why…should it, even if it can.
Every actions conforms to a pattern.
Slashed together-ropes-battens.

Maybe fate pulls every string.
Like a puppet, future brings.
Can we change, what us befalls.
To be brave, and then walk tall.

Are our wants and needs the same.
Tears trickle-mixed with rain.
Let faith and hope be our guide.
Wander-search soul-deep inside.

What will happen, who can tell.
Throw random coins-in wishing well.
Sometimes in fate, we must trust.
Dreams tossed-emotional gusts.

Look forward at times….focus.
On good things that define us.
Daily we take new fresh steps.
Foot in front of the other-path set.

Until we reach a goal and place.
Looking forward we see a face.
A special one for whom we search.
Emotional pain is past-also hurt.