Loving the me that I am
A man that continues to struggle
Falling down by sunrise
Today, I will try and retake my claim
Realizing in life there are no guarantees
Hesitantly willing to lend a helping hand

Been battered and caught up in the whims of a heathen
At times I am a friend when I should have been a foe
Thought about death fighting for my life

A father, a son, husband and soldier
One of these things or none at all might explain
but they would just be symptoms and nothing more

I shall write and type for the rest of my life
Teaching and coaching with a great deal of leadership
Pouring out magnificent flaws so others may translate its beauty

I’m dust in the breeze waiting for rain to turn me into clay
I am but one thought categorized by many actions
Sometimes interpretations lack simple reasoning
Still I am bone and marrow filled with the inevitable
Doubt fades with older age and then I see who I am to me.
I am but…(passion)

If you close your eyes at this very moment you will feel possibility open: one thought
categorized by many actions. What word comes to mind after the but…?
If you cannot love the essence of that word then confront it and call yourself courageous.