Will you c/c a new poem?
heat waves blur the road, my view is warped.
I contemplate alone, each distant anomaly
weigh alternatives to futures I've divorced.
I could let fear take me down and be defeated,
if I was not already more than halfway up.
"Don't Look Back" - a story in dreams repeated.
In my own hands, that knife no longer cuts.
Affiliates that exploited and disarmed me
do not want me to have any choices.
I can't count how often complacence has harmed me.
It echoes in accusatory voices.
When I come up on an obstacle, I discern
the other side to old and futile attempts...
my stalwart sense of hope and Love return.
The blessings that I receive are immense.