He greets the pain
like the foe one seeks
to sharpen one’s resolve
And the pain
turns into the fuel he needs
to move on
And his loss
although tragic, assumes purpose
reason
meaning
etching its place on his
life’s reel
His head lighter
His eyes brighter
Eager to make the most of what
life has dealt him
He engages every problem
with patience
A tempered resource
He hurts and he despairs
Regroups, resumes, and approaches
one issue after another
step by step
bit by bit
making up for time lost – and good
progress – with eyes on
the task at hand
one move at a time
one foot in front
of the other
biting hard into the moment
that follows
and the next
and the next
pulling himself up
with every waking breath
making the moments count
~ THE MOMENTS COUNT (work in progress)
PS – The above was put together from discarded text, from the short story Crawling King Snake, reimagined into poetry.
Nothing goes to waste.
The writing continues..