As I walk,
the dusted, potholed gravel road;
Shaken and Broken.
The road ahead’s so diminish,
shivering as my inside is freezing;
My belly housed layers of ice,
hailing from my lower back,
through the backbone to the logical cells.
I’m brain dead,
In need of revival.
I need the world to defrost me,
To relieve my abdominal strain, and
level my mental instability.
The wind striking towards me, it is so dry, and
I am so drunk,
with voices that says;
“behold, the journey you undertaking is not made for people like you”
I chinned up, rearrange my focus.
Tall I kept,
I held memories, my past aside.
My mind kept my story, and
My heart observed history.
Something inside said;
“I am amazingly talented,
“I am amazingly well, and
Amazingly, in a healing process”
“I could be better, and
become a better person”.