Friday, August 7, 2015

8/7 Friday


Six decades now I have walked this earth.
Never did I think at this point to be dependent
Solely on myself.

Half a decade, now, I have had to assimilate
This through my heart and soul. Yet, ends still
Dangle hurtfully raw

And I still find weighing choices alone
Not pleasant, somewhat easier. Just still miss you 
doing it, too

last week was fun, this one hard. Doing things
For the shop, I have driven myself past strength 
To bone-tired weary.

It is doing well. Now for myself on this day,
Another choice, give the same attention
Now for myself.

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