Slivers and Silver Linings

26.2 a poem recapping how I felt about my Marathon I can’t explain why I did it A strong pull Something to prove But not to anyone Other than myself June seems so long ago and 4 months wasn't long enough time to train in. 17 miles should never be your longest run, before a race of this size, but it was on that raining, dark day that i ran 17 that I knew more than ever that God does exist, because me and him had a long talk, as I've done on so many of my long distance runs. And while I trained I loved those long runs Where I felt connected To nature To my body, god  And my cleared mind Where I remember that I used to love running A lot more than I do now After a certain point The race is paid for And there’s no backing out And I am at the starting line, with my best friend to run the hardest race, I've ever done. The first half goes by fast Wayyyy to fast But it’s too late And by mile 17 I need to walk Something ...

Drugs Stole your life Took your soul To young.  You lost all that was All that you loved you lost everyone And anyone who new Were scared  you couldn’t be trusted So they turned you away You ended Cold, alone your favorite friend Running through your veins Which is how they found you In your truck  bed In the back alley In a bar,  a ditch,  a park You weren’t dreaming although the hunger was gone For once  Your life stolen In your wake, destruction, heartache A Deteriorated family Your deceit left everyone victims But you couldn’t stop Because you needed it Used to be a good friend Husband, wife, child, parent Until Drugs And they stole from you Your dignity, health, honesty, morals And life. Suicide I am alone Like you are alone Except there is a monster In the back of my brain Whispering lies That I believe And they won’t go away But I want them to stop Be...

Time                                                                      13 years ago Divorce divided my family But I lived I am happy. Almost as many years have passed Since your parents divorced too It wasn’t your fault It never will be. you'll see that you will live and be happy too Abandoned You walked onto the strip dressed as a  stripper And sold drugs. When you got caught,  the judge slapped you on the wrist and on the face. But it didn’t stop you And you ended up in jail anyway And you did cry, for the drugs had left you fooled you as you had fooled so many people But...