fighter

i went to see him

he was watching tv 

tired from work he did not want conversation

i silenced the commercials

it made him unhappy 

i wanted to share my day and learn about his

he got angry i 

threw the remote at him 

stomped to the backyard followed 

the clay painted fence

there was new growth coming up 

the round up could not kill it all 

nature is a fighter and 

so am i  #katyamills

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i wanna wear my life out
like any true fighter who
took the talent god
gave them

and made the most
without regard for pain
of it

giving the world the
very last of all
they got

i wanna wear life out
like any true fight

take the talent god
gave 

make the most
without regard for

pain or 

self

give the world the
very last of all
i got

response to a letter

Uncle Ramon, dear man,

You describe the mood swings of our lives so well. Life wants me around now, I can hardly believe it. It's not so hard hanging on...the lows are not so low, but the work never seems to end. But it's good work. It's useful work using me. And I like it. Depression no longer has me in a stranglehold. I cannot be bullied into submission. I won the fight this time. But I know each new day is another round. K

i fought it all

now i live and know differently, i see how unwilling i was to accept my lot in life. how sad. so many years lost fighting shadows. reality never folded...

i am okay now, mostly. i have my moods. maybe those years were neither sad nor lost. they just were. i liked a good fight. i liked being counter and intuitive...

whatever. it made me who i am. and i am no longer any demon or junky. i would rather ask you more about yourself. then chase down juicy stories in my head.