By Michael W. Raley
There’s a fire going through my bones
To go along with the sharp daggers stabbing me.
No matter how much I try to rest,
I am still puffy- eyed and fatigued.
The aches, the pains, and the occasional twitch
Is not for the faint of heart.
I move on, determined to live life.
Some days I’m simply maintaining
And other days I’m striving beyond my limits,
Knowing either way there will be a price to pay.
If something is going to cost me,
Then I am going to squeeze out every ounce of value,
For I only get one chance.
I am too stubborn to give up
And I refuse to hide in the comfortable shadows.