It’s been awhile since my last post. Thankfully, this afternoon I was gently reminded how cathartic it is to write…especially when times are challenging and the “beasts” can consume you. The words for this poem came easily to me and I purposely made it a point NOT to edit, spell/grammar check, or alter any details of it. It is what it is.
As of late, I’m stumbling into ditches –
Potholes, sinkholes numerous, constant
Sludge filled blockades swallow me up
Re-route, destroy my path.
Though tiresome, I succeed to claw
To climb out of each ditch –
Wash off the filthy muck and mire
Physically weakened, yet mentally stronger.
That’s all I can do…what I’m supposed to do –
Never allow persistent, muddy obstacles
Opportunity to overcome, to win –
Alter the route, more cautiously – and continue.