Toeing the edge

There is a fine line —
like a tightrope walker
toeing the edge —
between
complaint and contradiction
that makes me want to set
this whole word farm on fire.

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The Craft

Tears well
followed by
a deep breath,
sadness
is a fine art,
and I’m still
after all these years
developing the craft.

Daily Fighter

The

world’s

got me

beat up

again.

Like

every

great fighter

on the ropes,

I

can’t quite get the sweat from my eyes,

blurring my vision

of the battle

I’m sure

to

Win.

Off the bright side

It’s either on the wagon
or off the wagon.

There’s really no in between.

Conscious breathing is still hard.

There’s no easy way to fall asleep.

And either way,
tomorrow isn’t looking any brighter.