Long Hike Up A Mountain

Waking up feels like the start Of a long hike up a mountain On days I am able to make it to the top I search for hope to fill┬ámy wagon Though I always come back empty No matter how much I have gathered To stock up for days I can’t climb None of the…

Retrospectively Thinking About Perfectionism

I once was told we are born pure And the Devil is on a mission Trying to trip our every step Manipulating inhibitions This ingrained a fear of mistakes Though I want to make them all Bruise my body, scrape my knees I want to feel the fall SWD 06/2018

Aging

He sat next to me, slumped slightly over From years of boulders piling upon his shoulders Though he still seemed as resilient and sturdy as an oak tree With wrinkles, like bark, beside his eyes nestled gently Providing proof that he once laughed hard enough to cry His white hair wrapped from the back of…