I hate these rainy cool winter days it’s depressing enough to drive one to drink.
Off the wagon with a loud thud as hard work and sobriety hit the pavement
Road rash exposing the little vulnerability that I have
Pink flesh torn on my knees, little gravels of life’s mistakes I slowly pick out of the wound
Pink flesh torn on my knees, little gravels of life’s mistakes I slowly pick out of the wound
One by one I examine before I toss them back to the ground
Each a small lesson that created the impressive twisted soul that is me
It stings with guilt and it stings with pleasure but damn does it taste all so sweet
The wound will heal, a scab will form and soon after a scar
Just another reminder that I’m still learning, loving, crying, laughing and hating
