I’m tough
enough
to see the end of
what I thought was love.
I can tell
and I’m not naïve
that you’re done
you just want to leave.
So go.
Continue readingAuthor: cksdays
The Most Beautiful Story – III
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It was the clicking that made Harrison restless.
“Hey,” he called out from the cell he occupied. “What is that clicking sound? “
No response.
“Sounds like it could be trouble with your furnace.”
No response.
Continue readingDentist Appointment
6 months out
the appointment is made.
1 month out
a postcard reminder aid.
3 ½ weeks out
Continue readingThe Most Beautiful Story – II
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So, Harrison hadn’t been able to write the most beautiful story during school. Big deal. There were too many distractions. But he was confident he could belt it out at home after dinner and before bedtime. Mrs. Carrington said he could do it so he had confidence it was inside him. Of course he couldn’t write it at school. Nothing good ever came out of school for him.
He endured the mocking from the other students as he walked home. But his mind was so focused on what his story was going to be he didn’t pay any attention to the taunts. Not even Clyde’s voice, who always seemed to rise above the din, when he called out “Do you want us to call you Harrison Carrington?” And then proceeded to call him that all the way until Harrison turned to walk up his street alone.
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You had dreams
and you worked hard to reach them.
You set goals
and you try hard to achieve them.
But sometimes life seems to say
no, not today, no way.
Continue readingThe Most Beautiful Story – I
The first memory Harrison still vividly remembers is when he was nine years old. Mrs. Carrington was his teacher and reminded him so much of his own mother that he slipped up one day and called her mom. The other students laughed. He never really recovered from that embarrassment. At least, not for the rest of the day which for a nine-year-old, was an eternity.
Fortunately for him, Mrs. Carrington did actually remind him of his own mother because of her tender heart, she allowed him to stay in the classroom during recess. On the pretense of helping her get the classroom in order but as he reflected on it in his older years it was to provide a safe place for him to avoid further teasing. The small recess reprieve only intensified the teasing he received on his walk home after school.
Continue readingReflection
What have I done
with the time given me?
Something productive
or a good step on my journey?
Continue readingIs There Life Out There?
This weekend, I am attending a Reba concert. At least, I better be. I bought the tickets 6 months ago and I am writing this a month out. So, I better be attending a Reba concert.
Continue readingProcrastinate
Sure, I could buckle down
and just do the task.
But where would the fun be
in doing that, I ask?
Continue readingPeace
I will make a general statement by saying almost everyone wants peace. Almost. There are some that certainly thrive on chaos. For the most part though, the majority of us are looking for peace. So what is it?
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