To say that life has been mostly good and kind,
will be false. It has been ridden with odd feeling hours
of napping, reading, eating, and consoling my mind.
Being patient and suppressing thoughts of shrinking flowers
is difficult when you have no seedling to germinate a thought
over which you can reminisce- Victory was mine in that battle I fought.
Writing has improved in quality, and my last 2 posts make me proud.
Yet, how long can I remain obscure and alone and survive on pride
Whatever happened to a life where I could sense a turning tide.
Confidence is waning. All my efforts seem either mute or too loud.
A lot of it is just chance they say and you have to keep on rolling the dice.
I know it is desperate, but could you say something nice?