Reaching By Amy L. Kratz

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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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