cold
hands that sometimes ache
not
complaining really
knowing
I work hard with them
possibly
too much and they crack
as
colder weather approaches
still
not complaining only trying
to
figure out why the thoughts
come
out slow
when
I know there are so many there
too
many to ever really keep track of
documenting
with cold hands
that
never get held
there
is no one by my side
anyone
although plenty around
keeping
thoughts positive and focused
on
true freedom not confined to this page
this
room this city back home
in
the shoe just like I used to do
without
a clue who knew back again
this
time with a plan
successful
as I can with
pen
in hand…
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