what of these dreams lying in the shadows of our lives - cast aside - were they judged unworthy of achievement or did we lack the courage to realize them can we face the hard truth
Month: November 2022
Gray Days
on these gray days when the rain is a cold threat upon the air my bones ache along the cracks of old injuries, my joints are stiff with reminders of the years gone by - years filled with laughter and heartache - these pains remind me I have lived, they tell me I will die, they show me, today, I am alive.
People
people interest me
I have no patience for them
we are richer for our interactions
their neediness is intolerable
individual stories beg to be told
they are too blunt to have value
we need one another to survive
they want so much, it exhausts
we're all in this together
sometimes it's hard to remember