The truth is I’ve always been a writer, despite growing up I knew one day I’d have to be a fighter. As a male of modern society, we at some point in our adolescent or childhood stage in life face the mindful transition from abstract storytelling with our toys, to dealing with the ideals of the real world. The world people around us created. Most of us just go along with that fuss. I did until my anxiety nearly caused me to bust. In my poetic and neurotic writing style, I’ll take you into my journey of thoughts–as I create an abstract chaotic battlefield of words, explaining the story of my journey from chronic migraines after working out, to running miles up hilltops, boxing, and mentally being able to physically do things I once thought only pro-athletes could do. Follow WHY I glorify my story. It may inspire you to #GlorifyYourWHY. (Feature photo by Ryan Tang)
November 26, 2018

Memo to Warrior

I wrote this on the run, up the Hilltops of glory! Yeah, you’re gunna’ wanna run tell dat’ story.


To a Warrior once drowned, self petty of worries; and migraines that pertain drunken stories.

A dream, a story, once portrayed in a crooked frame. But 8 hrs of it he was frustrated, again, more worry to tame.

You get what you in inspect, not what you expect. For the rain falls all the time, yet we’ll small talk about it as if it was crime.

But the warrior’s story is not of the rain, yet a very aspect of it. A challenge in sight, wet and cold; making these runs bold.

Upon the Hilltops of glory, the prior halt glorifies the story of WHY. So if you read my stories, no need to reiterate my past worries.

As if the people feel empty, needing a void to fill despite the world having plenty.

The black space is yours to fill; love is patient, you’ll next see the lighter space and what void it seals.

Dust particles. Ever heard of those?

I thought I was going to be a basketball player; back when I often mentioned this dream in my prayers.

But so early, I gave it up. Ball glory.

Later understanding it’s more than just a 1-in-million story to a black man’s worry.

It didn’t matter because my early migraines eliminated the dream of anxiety and draft day worry.

But now I have a fighting story, of running up the Hilltops of glory. Revisiting dreams of past writings and worries.

On the run from what freed me of my corporate story. Meanwhile forgetting what aspiring dreams I once had before worldly exploring.

Follow my dream and read the rest of my story. Understanding my WHY, and the runs up the Hilltops of glory.

You’ll soon see in the fighting warrior, what lies a significant story.

But as honesty as my dignity, and for those who cannot read me, I may come off intimating, but trust me I hold a balance much worthy.

My story began in black. By the way I hope you all read that!

After years of migraines which I once thought would alter my story, I kept writing so no fool could attempt to re-write my story.

Anxiety of the mind, and often physically defeated. Migraines of mine, my eyes hated the Sun’s shine.

But as the astronaut who once thought GOD a black woman in space, I never thought daily vitamins would help me run up hills at such a steady pace.

As a matter of fact, it was a black woman who suggested I do that.

She’s my PA-C who specializes in cardiovascular and metabolic diseases.

But the Hilltops of glory is just one aspect of my story, and the reason WHY I tell my story is for others not to worry.

Look up into the light, and then seek light shining into the empty spaces. If you decide to fill it, you’re taking up space.

Space in light where the dust typically race.

I did all to avoid prescription and amended this migraine race.

I once thought long & hard about the challenges we give ourselves daily, of finding an eternal feeling of joy and abundance. Through inspirational explorations of my past, I've digested each experience with gratitude. Here on @vehicledigest.net you'll see what allows me to display my enthusiastic lifestyle. Allowing the words to be my vehicle through creativity, elegance, and wit.

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