Last Updated On February 7, 2020

 

The Gift

 

 

I decided that 2020 is the year to accept things of the past
People who passed
I decided to start early
A soft opening.
I’ve been holding on,
Digging in,
Leaning back,
Wielding irritability like sword and shield,
Shrieking No Fair!
Swinging wildly between
Crumbling
And mute indifference

But I looked.

And nothing happened.

I listened to Black Star.

And I was fine.

I hereby accept:
The accidents, the mistakes, the divorce, the empty spaces,
The children growing, the dead, the old, the waste, the choices,
The dusty diplomas, the quitting, the sticking it out, the flailing,
The shitty parenting, the running away, the lack of appreciation,
The ignorance, the moodiness, the incompetence, the laziness,
The people I didn’t bother to know, the lessons I didn’t bother to learn,
The examples I should’ve followed, the attention I should’ve paid..

All of it.

I organized photos that use to blind me.
My album is a gift to the dark sister.

“Here it is, love.
Rendered harmless before us.
Let us allow acceptance to cross our threshold.
Look back with fists unclenched.
Rejoice in our new story.”

 

Last Updated On February 7, 2020

 

The Gift

 

I decided that 2020 is the year to accept things of the past
People who passed
I decided to start early
A soft opening.
I’ve been holding on,
Digging in,
Leaning back,
Wielding irritability like sword and shield,
Shrieking No Fair!
Swinging wildly between
Crumbling
And mute indifference

But I looked.

And nothing happened.

I listened to Black Star.

And I was fine.

I hereby accept:
The accidents, the mistakes, the divorce, the empty spaces,
The children growing, the dead, the old, the waste, the choices,
The dusty diplomas, the quitting, the sticking it out, the flailing,
The shitty parenting, the running away, the lack of appreciation,
The ignorance, the moodiness, the incompetence, the laziness,
The people I didn’t bother to know, the lessons I didn’t bother to learn,
The examples I should’ve followed, the attention I should’ve paid..

All of it.

I organized photos that use to blind me.
My album is a gift to the dark sister.

“Here it is, love.
Rendered harmless before us.
Let us allow acceptance to cross our threshold.
Look back with fists unclenched.
Rejoice in our new story.”

Last Updated On February 7, 2020

The Gift

I decided that 2020 is the year to accept things of the past
People who passed
I decided to start early
A soft opening.
I’ve been holding on,
Digging in,
Leaning back,
Wielding irritability like sword and shield,
Shrieking No Fair!
Swinging wildly between
Crumbling
And mute indifference

But I looked.

And nothing happened.

I listened to Black Star.

And I was fine.

I hereby accept:
The accidents, the mistakes, the divorce, the empty spaces,
The children growing, the dead, the old, the waste, the choices,
The dusty diplomas, the quitting, the sticking it out, the flailing,
The shitty parenting, the running away, the lack of appreciation,
The ignorance, the moodiness, the incompetence, the laziness,
The people I didn’t bother to know, the lessons I didn’t bother to learn,
The examples I should’ve followed, the attention I should’ve paid..

All of it.

I organized photos that use to blind me.
My album is a gift to the dark sister.

“Here it is, love.
Rendered harmless before us.
Let us allow acceptance to cross our threshold.
Look back with fists unclenched.
Rejoice in our new story.”