IN BETWEEN THE LINES

I search, to quench this thirst, to improve my reflection, attention shifts to a broken record of a question…


How am I….perfectly and wonderfully made?

With subliminal lies embedded, FOR self-worth...Image is the only idol I hop into bed with, She leaves me restless….reckless…

Self- destructing, distracted-leaning on my own understanding. Before I’m ready, the round bell rings Ding...Ding!

And the Telegraphed haymakers are landing, making me stumble, against the ropes, I crumble,....6...7...8....trying to find the strength to rise before 10.

held down by character lacerations, second-guessing affirmations, wasted so many years seeking approval. But life is too short, I was told it can be beautiful.

Mother Nature taught me to survive, and Father Time don’t wait for those who waste it. I’m well acquainted with the dirt, multiple times fell flat on my face. No need to pretend. But I shall not be defined by my mistakes.

The epiphanies drop in sync with the beat of my heart. I’m reminded it’s not really a battle of flesh and blood,
that Perfect storms and ideal situations are rare occasions, there’s no better time to get up than RIGHT NOW!

SO I’m Up___ standing in between the lines. TOE-to-TOE gloves drawn LET’S GET READY TO RUMBLE!!!!
. Clear Mind, Spiritually fit, something close to Lazarus coming back from the dead

Trained to hit, Step & circle, jab, uppercut my ego, round and round we go.

And I’m just starting to dance in this war of nerves. I’ve learned to swerve standing still; when zeroed in on the true me... what seems fades, births a paradigm shifted reality.

Today... celebrating victory by knockout and ready for round 14235. Perception can be a mirage; the solution lies in between the lines.

Are you asking the right questions?