Making decisions for someone else’s living -
second guessing for decades to come.
In hindsight, it didn’t break me.
It’s broken me every day since.
It will break me every day to come.
Tuesday, March 31, 2026
I may not go to heaven…
It took moving half the world away
to understand where I want to die…
someday when I answer the door
to a familiar face in blue jeans
while old songs I’m a hummin’
I am…weary, bone-cold and tired - have been since I was in nappies
most days in the peripheral I glimpse
some…thing hovering, silting below the surface
inertia and gravity dragging at my heels
tugging at all and sundry downwards
still, I pulled …pull..myself onwards through shear will
and gumption, spit and duct tape on the ready to mend
skinned knees and broken bones