What a Year

Complexities of life . . .

A couple years ago, I was emptying my life of everything I did not love.

And then . . .. among others things, someone robbed my home while I was in the hospital.  I sold that home, the home my daughter and I had never gone to live in again . . .

Open life . . . open arms . . .

Here's the first (unpoetic) poem of 2007.

what a year of loss it's been
what a year of loss
my home   my lover   my routine
what a year of loss

it used to be i had high hopes
but reality sank in
it used to be i could throw a rope
because i was so strong
what a year of loss it's been
the old path closed, destroyed

the new path does not permit
the user  the liar  the thief
'cause what a path of loss that was
what a path of pain

crafting a new path
is just a little hard
a path of strength
a path of peace
it's just a little hard

but i'm alive so i'll keep on
refueled and travelin' on
the time of loss behind me now
the rocks and rooks blown off

the new path does not permit
the user  the liar  the thief
i'm alive and i'll keep on
myself  my love  my dream

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