Saturday, April 11, 2026

distraction

what is most vital?

what keeps me from it?

which direction am I pulled?

is this my normal bent or am i so used to bending that i no longer stand up straight?

 

there are tears about the past

there are fears that hold me back

but i am still living

the blood is warm underneath my skin

i am not retreating

my heart is still beating

even as i move closer to the grave

morning sun

the newness of dawn

surrounds the trail

where the trees are a cathedral

ushering me into the morning sun