The Scar

“To live is to learn“He said as he held his crying sonBetween sobs he felt fresh tears seeping into his coatDamp reminders of times he himself broke downFeeling the pressing weight of life and it’s expectationsHe held the boy at arms length “There was a time not too long ago… The magnolias were in bloomSweet

Balance Regained

I wish I could write about balanceYet it seems much is lost with meLike the philosophy that’s used to defineOr the friends who used to get highYes, it seems I have aged for the worseBecoming the very thing I fought againstThe usual nine to five employeeWhose life revolves around a clockDesperately waiting for the ringing