I’ve never published anything that I didn’t feel was done. This is far from done, but I wanted to share it anyway. Felt good…but, it’s just *this* shy of being right.
Mining the field of my disastersDrags the earth of all the things
Things that didn’t happen
That didn’t work out. I made excuses for the way the world did not work out.
Used reasons packed with rationale
For why things didn’t spin my way. All my crosses I feigned to bear
The crutches I leaned upon to be here.
Crosses and crutches can’t begin to explain
That all the reasons things played out the way they did.
Fact is, it all came down to fear. Forgiveness is the doorway to the rest of life’s big secrets.
Opening your heart from the seizure of the mind. Crosses and crutches
Ripped from my clutches Of where and why and how.
Cannot lean on crosses or crutches now.