I made strides. I always made strides.
Three strides forward, two back, sometimes four.
Life was a bitch but I didn’t always care. “We all feel that way don’t we?”
I started to learn and my mind became stronger than fear and depression.
I learned how to escape the darkness that chose me. I turned away from the darkness. I went where I wanted to go.”
Then, one day I did some work.
I created outward beauty from somewhere deep inside.
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 just a little out of 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.