May 12, 2016

• 2015/2016

  a poem, off the cuff...

   

  kicked off the sloop
  for another who came before me
  it wasn't that I wasn't good enough

  2016 came with a damaged soul
  unexpected calls from an unknown past
  lifting me up,
  giving a new goal

  kicked to the curb
  they're a loner (a player?)
  or something like that

  and now what, for the future?
  expectations of more strikes

  with the expectation to find gratefulness in all that was gained
  no mention of the soul drained, eyes dimmed, heart dismantled

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