Hiccoughs and bumps and bruises.
Fell off a couple of times, but I keep getting back on.
thirsty   hungry   tired   sick    *****   hurt
kicked in the face with numb cheeks and ****** tongue.
Quiet times and happiness with jet black smoke on the horizon.
Gotta feeling...that's good though, right?
To feel?  To steal and steel myself for the brunt of it all.
Under the hoof
Under the weight
Blunders and wait!
Wait for what's next though!
Could be real good times...could be bad
could be real bad.
Definitely be REAL!
Last kick to the guts was just another in a long line
followed by more.
On and on and on and on.
Like waves after a storm; green, frothy, washing machine
Salty, sandy shore pound
face meets grit and scrape.
Kick and paddle and fight suddenly seeing white.
Tip top lip curl.
Like the most beautiful girl in the world;
sun shining finally, and you grab on to what you got
Hold on as she pitches and spits you down the long line.
All those bruises and broken bones meaningless now.
She loves you.
She throws you.
She thrills you.
Suddenly, it's all worth it.
I closed my eyes and took my own way down.
The mountain is relentless,
But I'm dying,
so I'm a ******* and I'll never stop trying
Never stop crying.
Never stop laughing
Learning
Loving life as it slips away.
I'll find my own way round...