Well loves, it’s official: Miles To Be Clean has been completed and sent off to the poetry contest! This marks the spot for a long journey ahead and I could not be happier. Push your fear and hesitation aside, guys… go for it!
Throwing rocks into the water,
As I stand along the bank.
Hurling one after another,
Til I saw they had not sank.
I stood there and I pondered,
Why that this would be.
For why would rocks that I have thrown,
Stay atop the sea?
I searched around for one more stone,
The biggest of them all.
One that’s size and weight alone
Could make the rest of them fall.
Stopping in my tracks,
I gazed at the sheet of steel.
I could not describe what it was,
Or the way it made me feel.
But staring at each failed attempt,
I saw each one so clear.
And as I came to accept them all,
They began to disappear.
An excerpt from one of my pieces. “Remind them of their kindness, so others don’t deceive. If you expect greatness, greatness is what you will receive.” –CC Column (a. collins)
And though it creeps,
I am at a stand still.
It edges towards me and I cannot move,
I welcome it. I want it.
With my eyes closed, it’s painful warmth embraces me.
I do not want this. Help me out.
If you expect greatness, greatness is what you will receive.