Best , is the illusion of your mind
and fear , the illusion of your heart .
For there will always be a little more to do
and always somewhere to start .
So , if you deny yourself
all the happiness in your share
all that you will be left with
is anger , grief and despair .
The ghosts haunted you , yes
for that is what they do
but if you hate and hide from love
you are only making them true .
You cry on seeing the clouds
but in the same sky shines the sun
Life is what you believe
for the truth is never one .
(Poem and Photograph)