The blood was dripping through his hair. A gentle stream of red running down his wrapped arm. It slowly crept down his back. He knew his scalp was tore open, but he also knew it best to feel around it with his dirty fingers. Just keep dragging yourself forward, is what he kept telling himself…
Feeling cool In my hand Grasping it More tightly A heavy piece Of steel Immediately sending Jolting energy Through my system This visual Bringing out What I clearly Feel inside A day A week A month A year A lifetime Of tumultuous living Clearly seeing Experiencing firsthand The calming Of my Internal water Standing on…
Never too Late Never too late To start again Never too late Fully embracing life Your life The only Present life You’ve been given We say… Tomorrow Next week When I don’t Have kids When we retire When, when, when Crippling ourselves In passivity’s embrace Quietly allowing Distraction, numbness The grind To keep us From…
