Measuring life
through the
wounds…
Counting coup
counting scars
like stars.
Tip toe
go low
going with
the flow.
Pain walks
in step
lest we
forget…
The road
less traveled
wearing honor
like armor,
battle ready
at all times.
You try to forget
but can’t.
You try to let go
but it lives
within.
Walking wounded
lets go…
Drifting in
floating out
the grey
and the
white
side by
side
they
ride.
Alive
on the
inside…
What is
your truth?
Where is
your
why…
Did it
die?
floating by
clouds
come
clouds
go,
drifting
by…
xoxo
Drifting
away
on
cotton balls
floating off
to the
land of
Oz.
Dreaming
of a
thousand
lands
unseen…
laughter
with strangers
moments
of
glory,
the Joy
of living
the why~
floating away
freaming,
drifting,
into the
comfort
the bliss
the moments…
