The tunnel closes in.
Soft shoulders tighten
Temples feel the pounding
of the driving rain.
At the end
the flame shines bright.
A reminder to remainforthright.
My heart hurts.
Both literally and metaphorically.
Doing what is right doesn’t always reward you with the results you expect. But knowing that possibility exists doesn’t lessen the hurt any less.
And while I hurting, I’m feeling an intense anger that I’ve never felt before.
Sometimes people need a good kick to the pants to keep them going.
And whenever I need a good, swift kick to the pants—which happens more often than I care to admit—I read the obituaries.
Local, national, foreign; it’s doesn’t matter, I read them all. Obituaries keep me focused on my goals because they remind me I don’t have time to mess around. And sometimes, they serve as life lessons.