I made strides …
I always made strides.
Three strides forward, two back … sometimes
Four.
Life was a bitch but
I didn’t always care.
“Everybody’s like me aren’t they?”
I started to learn and my mind became
Stronger than fear and depression …
I learned how to escape the
Darkness that chose me …
I pushed it into the darkness I chose …
I did some work one day … I created outward beauty from
Somewhere within …
They said I looked like I was in a trance of joy
They gave me their obligatory praise but,
I had no use for compliments.
Honor, glory and a round of applause were
Secondary.
I had the privilege to do what I loved.
I loved my art … my sculpture .. my dance.
But, the work I loved destroyed my body.
My goals were always beyond reach.
The happiness I sought came and went … then,
Came and went
Again and again.
Like a
Welcomed guest who brings cake then
Leaves before it’s eaten …
Kurt Struble Writing 