What’s your crutch, Are you still standing? Is your limp Pronounced enough, To feel the fear? Falling, Hesitation. Pride stripped down Beneath your belt. Is anyone looking?
Category: MS
Front Door – August 21, 2019
All the beautiful places, All the beautiful things, All just one simple step Right out your front door.
This Is Everything – August 25, 2019
Control, Of What?
Blurred – August 9, 2019
My eyes too unsteady, As it hits. Focus, blurr I try again Closed then opened Rubbed raw Blinking World is shaky Untamed Unknown Spaced out Trying to snap out Ending at a compromise Tilt slightly to the left And I am somewhat free
Expectations – August 13, 2019
Drop the expectations, Let them fall to the floor. Without them you are free To feel life most genuinely.
Fortune – July 16, 2019
Gifts of whispering futures, Curse the living past. Present problems now. Always seeing what’s coming, At least you know when to duck.
Unscathed – June 20, 2019
To free my grasp, I’ve held on so tight. My jaw is clinched, Always tapping My own shoulder, A reminder to release. For a moment My grip loosens, And my teeth are unscathed.
