Tag: refuge

  • Sunday Evening

    This is the hard time.

    The time when I think about my friends.

    Some drink, smoke or do other more questionable things.

    I don’t have any such refuge.

    I face this onslaught by holding on as I can

    (By letting go of holding on).

    I pace the floors, consider making a sound but no,

    And breathe into the pain.

    Step; inhale; step; exhale….

    I remind myself when I pause

    The worst that could happen would be the best outcome.

    Eventually, thankfully, this WILL end.

    One way or another. Nothing lasts forever.

    Walk; breathe; walk; breathe.