Bleeding Out

More midweek poetry

Through my twenties, I smoked many different concoctions.

I treated my inner world as an ashtray.

Dishonesty with self, fear of humiliation, dishonesty with others, a lack of the illusion that is confidence, and finally, a failure to live authentically.

And yet, I try.

And yet, coffee and Anthony Bourdain vibes.

And yet, agency and self-development.

And yet, resilience; the light side of the darkest days is a superpower.

And yet, writing words that stick makes me feel alive.

And yet, the gym on overcast dreary days, the unquestioning discipline.

The body keeps the score but it’s not even half-time.