Ephemeral. Powerful. 

My feelings lie.
The dark corners that creep
into my rooms
lie.
The fears, lie.
The loneliness that taunts me,
lies.
The fear of a loveless life
is a falsehood,
a creation of my own demons.

My feelings are the great truth teller,
The bright light and open windows
are true.
The love of strangers and familiars that surrounds me
is true.
Hope
is true.
The promises of a God who loves
are true.

My feelings are a mysterious sea,
always shifting,
never still,
ephemeral
powerful,
ignored
at your own risk.

About this poem. 

I am a feeler at my most basic. But I’ve learned not to always trust my feelings. But good and bad, I am grateful for them, and the awareness they give me, even when that awareness is not always crystal clear.

Tom