Slip sliping away Hide away My pain At the back of My closet Dwelling in my pain All the hurt and wrong Done on to me Screeming for them to leave me be To let me be me still thankful of those who foiled my plan And boy was it grand Instead I sat in the grandstands at Contact 2013, Vancouver BC Combating a invisible disease To where everyday It’s hard to breath Still I stand tall With the ball in my court Not going to port To where attempt number 3 Takes place Instead a Near death experience at sea Thanks carnival 50 bands Taken away from me All in order to save me From myself.
Thank You Chase for always being there for me in dark times. Thanks for not letting me have 50bands to just end it all with it. Thanks to you a known time and predreamt dreams all come to be and continue to do so. Thanks for showing me the lighter side of life to where every day is a good day. I love you bro, Always
I got my issues to combat Family that’s now astranged Disowned for not being a hard enough worker in my parents eyes Though having a invisible disease made it difficult to keep active Chronic fatigue from chronic pain Made working I don’t even know how many times harder.
When happiness breezes by, it can’t be contained in a bottle. If you don’t understand the breeze, you’ll climb desperately tumbling from broken branches & broken spirits, only to be plopped where you started, but sorer.
Let go completely and fall, the wind will catch you, toss you up and around and gently set you down on the dirt
November has it’s own different ways of reminding us about death but to me, there’s not much of the dead or the scary moments and memories it’s more about my heart’s desire to want to savor every waking day the inhalation & exhalation every sunrise, every breath to feel more blessed ...to spread more love ...to give more to myself and be reminded that being alive, still the best gift I had received from above