I am...
Writing today
Still getting gray...grayer
Optimistic that I have talent
Hurting like everyone else
Hurting like no one else
A grandfather, 3 times over
Still married, for almost 3 decades
Watching my oldest dog fall apart
Still rocking, and rolling
Writing for me
Writing to hopefully inspire one person, to share their dream
passion,
or their soul,
anonymously would be fine
Frustrated at work
But love my job
What I do, I do well
No bullshit, most of the time
I am.....
Still alive and kicking
Thrashing about internally
Externally
Eternally Optimistic (that sounds familiar)
I am
I
"Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks." Simonides, 6th-5th century, B.C.
Friday, February 15, 2019
The Fall
There was a time when I felt I could conquer the world
Traverse mountains, plant flags that unfurl
Naïve, headstrong and young I could do it all
So much left undone, so little pride before the fall
before the fall
Asleep at the wheel, the captain of my dreams
Nothing seems real, nothing is what it seems
I wished to be a hero, someone you valued so much
but that didn't happen, I have no such luck
after the fall
I feel the empty spaces
the silence that threatens my sanity
I fill the void between
what I want and the true reality
with hope
but not much else
Overestimating my worth to you
Overstepping my inner boundaries
I step out of time again and again
to feel safe
navigating by some broken inner compass
I move forward
I think
Until the fall
that undoes
it
all
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