Tuesday, December 31, 2013

that i'd always have something to say

i used 2 think
that i'd always have something to say

my grandfather lovingly called me chatterbox
and i happily lived up to the name.


reflecting on 2013 i see
no word were spoken here

they were buried beneath
the weight of emotions

so strong i couldn't 
speak and share

the year is ending
i am here

i think now
i have something to say












Sunday, May 12, 2013

that there was a fight to win

When i started this journey
each challenge i faced
looked like a fight.
And i thought that 
when the fight was won
that it was over.

Then in a few months
or maybe a year later - 
Perhaps with different players
or a different arena
but in essence really the same fight
the fight i had already won.

i started to feel like
this isn't a fight to win
this is a fight to survive.
My warrior sword was growing heavy
my dearest comrades
no longer at my side.

i earnestly thought 
about laying it all down.
Save myself.
Everyone would understand 
i looked at the road ahead
there was no fight left in me

Then the moment i decided to
give up
let go
My heart grew heavy
i knew i couldn't live with
myself without that puzzle piece.

Slowly i began to see
how many friends
New and old
are standing with me
i realized this isn't a battle to win
this is my lifelong crusade.