Yesterday, an anxious fit threw me
silk sheets wrapped their burgundy curls around my limbs
pinning me down in my own twisted, sweaty haste
to get away
What a sad-funny thing to think we can run from ourselves
How many times do you wage war on the inside?
Some lose days
Some lose years
I’ve lost both before but in my bones I know
the worthiest of battles
are on this battlefield of Soul
So when I lose
I wake again and start anew
Today, I threw an anxious fit away
each step I took with wisened foot
I feel my worth
Wars are won on how we greet our losses
If we were picking teams
Would you choose yourself?
‘Cause I’d sure as hell choose
2 thoughts on “Draft Pick”
I’d choose you, too, Smotchy. You sure have been in a writing “mood” lately, haven’t you? They come fast and furious(ly). This one and the one entitled “Another Today” have been my favorites.
Thanks for reading, Chris! I’ve actually written some of these a while ago and some more recently, but only just getting to posting. 🙂