J_Kramer

Somedays

are made for shouting the passion of my human condition

from the rooftops.

Do not forget to wonder,

in your busy lives,

at the handsome brown spider

Shadows lengthening 

Air sharpening to a crisp 

Summer slipping day by day 

Something new and familiar in its place. 

Bags stuffed with papers 

Early morning bus rides 

A perfectly normal day, spent staring at the

Beautiful sky, so you probably

Can't imagine why I was so

Distraught. Well I'll tell you.

I fought

I fell

I rose

I broke

I reassembled

Different

But still me

But what is me?

 

I am hurting

I am hopeful

Dear a certain Liar,

Yep, you read that right.  Liar.