If I can survive the war that I battle with myself, I can survive anything. – gemma troy
I’ll be honest with you
I’m old.
Seems like no trouble
getting here.
‘Cept for dodging maybe a
million bullets.
Maybe two million.
Too busy to keep track.
Once I realized the big ass
rock
I was rolling uphill was
me,
life got easier.
Not less difficult,
don’t get me wrong.
But safer somehow.
Less dangerous,
but still ominous.
Used to go looking
for trouble.
I was a combination of stupid –
or maybe just naive and
male –
lucky
and tough.
First two better
lead to tough.
Trust me.
Wasn’t exactly a choice.
I get knocked down
but I get up again.
Looking back?
don’t look back
can’t remember much
of anything
anyway.