It is possible to
rebuild one’s life but
starting from scratch is
easier rebuilding is not
the same as repairing
To repair you must
first find what is
broken and either plug
paint or plaster either
replace refund or refinish
but you are constantly
reminded that what is
now isn’t as strong
as it was before
Whereas rebuilding one’s life
requires leaving the hole
which you have dug
before perhaps too close
to the volatility of
water or near volcanoes
prone to explosive eruptions
behind behind with everything
near dear and familiar
including your own past
and start digging anew
The only real way
to rebuild one’s life
is to allow and
require the past to
belong where it rightfully
does and always will
back there behind you
Category: Family
ARock’sLife
Experience teaches one life
We all do remain
like children or puppies
uncertain of things until
we learn that this
is hot or that
is sharp and sex
isn’t required for love
nor is love required
for sex we learn
what hurts long before
we remember what doesn’t
But in the end
what experience teaches one
about life is that
without it we’re rocks
learning nothing more than
being in the way
Dream
Why do we dream
our dreams be they
day or night maybe
day dreams are what
we’ve always wanted to
have whereas night dreams
remind us of what
we had and lost
Maybe day dreams are
our future and night
dreams are our past
But dream we do
and dream we must
for without our dreams
where are we going
where have we been
Cities
I have lived everywhere
And I have learned
some things about life
Mainly that cities look
alike except for the
terrain and the backdrops
which surround them like
someone dropped a big
dollop of concrete and
glass into a bowl
that nature has created
What makes a place
different are the people
living there I know
that we behave like
bees bobbing busily about
going here going there
but each time one
alights upon me like
I’m a prairie wildflower
I change I gain
and I lose things
that I take and
give away sending a
bit of myself with
them to the next
flower or even home
ChapterXXIV
As I have now
turned the first few
pages of my new
chapter what I find
that I’m looking for
are a few meaty
characters and just maybe
a villain to carry
my story to its
end but alas here
men scatter like geese
frightened by loud noises
How’s a writer supposed
to tell a story
absent of any characters
Sure I still have
some from previous chapters
but I do feel
a plot twist coming
One day I might
stumble across a character
that will carry the
story of me across
the finish line but
until then I guess
some expose will do
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 