Words (An end)

Sometimes the mind focuses on things of insignificance,

The cards said to go with flow, 

yet I interpreted,

I hoped,

and I didn't pursue,

the new,

not completely.

Now,

instead,

everything is open,

and maybe, I believe, for the better.

Nothing is certain,

but new friendships blossom sweetly,

and friends are always worth pursuing.

There is hope. 

Hope,

and happiness,

and eagerness,

which are stark against dark edges pressing in,

wishing to consume. 

The edges are too obviously present,

when alone. 

Doing keeps them at bay,

keeps them from shrinking the lighter area. 

Yet doing,

makes it at times, 

more clear that the edges exist. 

The edges are not meant to disappear,

but they can be pushed against,

pushed back.

What will help push the back?