The Kenyan Seer

And maybe this is my version of change, I have outgrown prejudices  I know I said I am not an animal person But I've grown to love dogs save for their moist salutations, I watch people walk    dogs everyday  I wanna have one on leash someday I no longer mind a little snoring The symphony of the snores in my triple, a lullaby nowadays Wild beards,messy rooms save for smell Just life in it's rawest display Our core may hold but tastes will always shift, And so I felt sorry for the ones who loved my fleeting traits Because the ones they cherished soon faded away Someday even a short king would do! No longer weigh my past words close to heart, today to hold they not

I have been squinting my eyes for so long trying to see the light at the end of the tunnel but mine seems to be really dark and I can't see the end.  You know how they say resilience is the ability to bounce back after a failure or something. I can't count the number of times I've been proud that I possess that trait. But soon I realized that before bouncing back, I should just chill on the floor. There's no rush to be getting up and dusting myself off to keep going. Take time and nap at rock bottom. Go where? To whom? Why are you getting up?  If you are the one who gets up so fast and is the first, you will take care of the ones comatose on those floors. That's how it works. The trick is to just stay on the floor. The thing about falling when alone is to get up no matter how hurt you are, you'll just have to get yourself up.  My hands have been pulling, nursing, and dusting other knees.  And you know what? Because they are so used to leaning on my should...