A Wrestless Righting
It's sort of like a poem
I stand at the cliff edge.
Satire though I may be
I yearn to understand the distance
between my feet yesterday and today.
years gone by I stood below
gazing upward and thinking,
"That's where I want to be".
I look back at the forest expanse
and do not understand the trauma
those trees experience.
Their fight for light, water,
those things I struggled for before.
No longer. Just.
So here. Now. Cliff edge.
The walk down would be e a s e
And I could nestle nicely in those trees.
tempting. comfortable.
I know my body is beginning to fail
my mind slows
imagination is becoming hallucination.
step down.
tempting. comfortable.
I AM tired at times. Pain...
is tiring... exhausting.
Yet despite the piercing persistent pain
I know I will turn... look up into
the fog and wonder.
What is beneath the haze above?
I still need to know.
How? How do I get there? I know.
Actually I meant persistent soreness. But that's a nuance.
I looked up "persistent pain" (because that describes my summer so far) and this came up in my search. Which is good because I missed it when it was posted yesterday. My wife bought a vibration board and it says the further apart the foot stance the better the result. I don't know if I could look down to where I one looked up because of vertigo. But I suppose I could close my eyes. Remember to hang by your thumbs and write if you get work. Which I assume is soon- our school starts tomorrow.
Peace
Phil