Step 9 Principle
tiptoeing back
this present darkness
Fumbling Forward
caught a lite sneeze
All we’ve got
Degrees of grace
against good things
Real friends hurt with you
the meandering canvas
surrendering faster
Be sure to swing
turning around
joyful suffering and my counter-intuition
cause for alarm; cause for action
taking off these rags
Back Then
past the danger
not the scabs
the fuel of forward progress
meager beginnings
When you’re a selfish drunk
where the red mind dwells
childhood turning points
walking through broken lives
ripened curiosity
