Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Body and Soul

I've flexed my muscles in front of cracked, dusty, twisted mirrors. I hated what I saw. I've mulled over my life in front of drunk, mad, diabolical whore-therapists of the night. I hated what I'd become. Now I flex my muscles in front of the same broken mirrors, but I like what I see. Now I think aloud to these same destroyed women, but I like what I've become. I can't explain why, nor will I ever try. No point in tampering with what's good. Just keep on living and enjoy the new soulful cards coming my way.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

SC,
A hopeful tone. A sililoquy of resolve. Remember this post, so that when you stumble home in the night sickened by your laziness, your selfishness, your cowardice, drunk and deflated, with a reeking body and haggard face only to vomit out rivers of self-loathing, watching in tears the putrid fluid, like life, circling the drain...remember this post, so that you may awaken again...
to chance...
to a new hand freshly dealt...
to demand love and work from yourself...
and find yourself rejuvenated...
like a phoenix...

...rising!

HP