Friday, August 30, 2013

Whether you like it or not

the day slides by

the tears absorb

the disappointment trembles, tumbles, perhaps it is contained

nothing goes away
you only learn if you look
you only grow if you allow the next thing
in

and the music rumbles
the days tumble and crash and careen
the fear fills every trembling extremity

and nothing matters
you move
you try
you ruin
you fix
you roll
with every punch, pot hole, sideways glance, and compliment

alike