I feel the heat from my skin radiating
From my head to toe black
I feel the stress from the impatient
Waiting as time ticks away
I feel overwhelmed as I tackle one impediment after another
I feel myself catch my breath
As I struggle to make sense out of assumed normalcy
I feel the courage of my convictions when eyes witness the disquietude within me
And support the changes I must make
At times I feel ready to accept a need to be happy
While tonight I feel lost as the curtain closes and I am left alone
Abandoned
Lost in a New Orleans reverie of Count Basie and Louis Armstrong that improvises and swells and defies the staccato rhythms of a wayfarer ' s soul.
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
Hold the Applause
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