Draft four is done
Now to read and
Hope I am able
To write the cover
The world spins and sometimes
It twists in ways we don’t expect
Dizzy are those drunk in the heat
Praying for rain on city streets
We still have sweat to give.
Hurt never goes away
Every day becomes a
Choice to let the scars
Win or to take a risk
And try to love again
A real leader knows exactly how many people follow them, and why.
Two months of physical therapy
Building back a broken body
And looking for a new home
May have me wishing for fall
There is never enough time
The floor is full of unpacked bags
A messy confluence of lives
Still unorganized yet hoping
They can be merged together
And if they’re lucky and true
Make each other better