The return of the prodigal. I am behind on my 30 days. Pain
and discomfort came in and slayed me. On my face shackled by my weakness I
rethink the past few years. I used to charge at challenges. Rise up to
confront. Push to overcome. Crow with pride and victory. Beat your chest,
scream that song. Never give up. Don’t break.
Life evolved. Joints broke down. Confidence cracked.
Failures took their toll. I step up, but
not all in now. I THINK I can do this but doubt lingers.
Time goes on. Age has a hold. Knees are shot. Pain is to be
avoided. If I push too hard, I won’t have enough to finish. Mediocrity is a
laudable goal.
2014-New joints. Body rising. Time to cleanse my mind. It’s
ok to make me tired. It’s ok to push hard. Sweat is my friend. It’s fucking necessary
to push hard! Don’t be afraid of the struggle. Rise up. Step into healing and
new strength. Believe. Breath.
Begin again.
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