Push It For Life’s A Beach

Photo by Camille Minouflet on Unsplash

Monday, November 11, 2019

On a morning I cried for reasons I can’t see, I’d push myself away from the emotions that repeat.

I didn’t plan to be here—the day I said, “fuck it”, is now and I’m still writing free.

What is it about the give up mentality that fools us into a greedy way of being?

We’re going to be here for a while; it’s in our best interest to make it worth each trial.

I’d love to hear your greatest tribulation, so that I can remind you how great you are!

Embracing each painful scar, your eyes have seen so far.

Rubbing the gentle hands she caressed by me.

As complicated as this may be, what would push me is if you could take my next breath from me.

Breathe it for me as the thoughts are deepening.

Not sure of any momentary laughter.

And suddenly hope creeps in after…

Then I’m sad again.

Like a wave, it’s life’s ocean.

You sit back and enjoy the energy in motion.

Be yourself as the beach is your self sculping.

You won’t be lonely forever.

Just til’ you learn how to enjoy it despite the weather.


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