BETTER DAZE?


Rough patches and bumpy roads?

Sometime all I feel is sour;
like the smell of spoiled milk or rotten eggs.

Sometime I feel enshrouded and ensnared;
lines invisible tugging at my head and heart.

Sometime I hurt like a little boy and am angry like a man.

Occasionally dumbstruck, astounded I feel lost and afraid.

Still I am sure.

Sure that I am stronger for it.
Sure that I am better because of it.
Sure that I will never be free of it.

Better days ahead.