But it's mine, and I have to deal with it.
I don't know why this is happening,and to be honest, I don't care. It's happening, period, suck it up, deal with it...and shut the f*** up!
I just trust that there is a reason
for this hard and bitter season.
Though all around, they see me fail,
I'm not done, and will prevail.
And here's a sonnet.
When the walls are closing in
and you find you're not enough
to even know how to begin
to prove you're not a bluff,
know each tulip garden
must have its ugly season,
when the earth must harden
for a vital reason.
The bulbs need the killing frost
to set themselves alight;
beauty hidden, but not lost
through long winter's night.
Despair is brutal, but its scope
can be the cold midwife to hope.
As for music, here are the Grass Roots, with Temptation Eyes. Why not?
Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.
Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.