#keepitup
A fuel that drives me:
_fear —_
That a decades-long novel,
etched into the riverbeds of my veins,
might be erased by
a single chapter's
acid rains.
Jul 6, 2025
Jul 6, 2025 at 2:20 PM UTC
"How do I become successful?"
"Are you alive?"
"Yes"
"Then you're already doing it.
Keep it up."
Aug 5, 2020
Aug 5, 2020 at 8:46 PM UTC
The support of a hand,
A game-changing palm clasp,
Like a coach to the shoulder pads
Of an athlete.
I don't feel I deserve it,
But I don't want to sway a friendly gesture
Because then do I feel I denied help
Sent my way.
I need that tangible gift,
Whether in a corn maze of doubt
Or in a harvest of success.
It's amazing, it's a grace
To have received at least one someone's hand
Staccato your back, your shoulder,
Even a friendly fist-nudge
That lunges your motivation forward.
How blessed I have been
To have had many people
Non-sensually give what I cannot see
Yet what I perceive indelible:
Their blessing and cheers for me
That I feel when a hand furls 'round my shoulder
And then fades away to let me harness that I.V. of assurance
Injected with sound decision and faith.
For those who never felt this kind of gesture,
Let these words be a pat on your shoulder.
You're doing just fine.
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 11:37 AM UTC