Last night it rained
I slept in my blasphemy.
Woke up with pain
from dreams of my family.
Choked on the truth
as I ran to the freezer.
Spoke to my youth
who did nothing to please her.
Snuggled with ice
and disguised my not knowing.
Struggled to rise
and devise plan for growing.
Buckled with verbs
and humbled by breathing.
Struggled with words…
Struggled with meaning.
Written by Jason Wright
August 4, 2019