Day 22

We be tempted by

temptation & tragedy

teetering on 

bad decisions 

in the depths of our 

Soul—

I ask you,

don’t grow cold

Question the power,

the structure,

the mold

Both toxic & structure

your sense & sensibility 

Ask, 

what it would be like 

to be senile on the Nile;

then, go chase the dream

Chase the strands & seams 

of lost causes & things;

release butterflies 

for the wings that failed you,

And the wings you’ll sprout 

On what the new journey 

will bring

It’s still beautiful

Still has pockets of 

pretty

tucked under smooth boulders

with water crashing 

above,

causing sound 

creating fresh scent 

In city creeks

under city bridges 

as citizens, loved ones,

employees, and day drivers 

speed on

Remember with no regret

Live even though the pillow case 

is still wet 

…just continue to live