Me 1997 right before leaving for Minneapolis. Sporting my Mullet and Where’s Waldo Shirt
Reaching
The day begins.
The only sign I’m alive
is the smell of coffee
seeping through the thick, hot air.
My mind is weary from sleep
I didn’t get through the night.
Thinking
and tossing in the sheets.
Smoke drifts
from my cigarette,
effortlessly into the air.
I watch it carefully,
wishing it were me.
I trudge from room
to room
surveying my soul.
Like a forest,
full of hope and promise.
A small tree reaching for the light,
struggling against the tall canopy-
for a piece of the sky.
A moment and place
that no one hands you.
It can all be yours-
for the price of being humbled
in your own humanity.
A walk of shame in your step,
the fall from grace in your demeanor
and finally a grin
of satisfaction
in the face of defeat.
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