Chuck was alone. Well at least he felt that way. Emotions flooding in from his days as a young shoe being heat seared at around 300 degrees. Alone in the dark surrounded by fire. Knowing something was missing but not able to fully understand what it was. Life was good. Chuck loved being a sneaker. …
Grief
Why So Sad?
Why So Sad?Awakening toA wall of griefSlipping into bedHugging meLike a loverTightly spooningSadnessA state of beingOnce controllingA massive partOf myDaily energyDiligently workingNot wantingIt’s depressing clutchesOn me againSuffering throughA tremendous lossA ripping heartYearning toFeel the …