Moving gingerly.
Soldiering on through the pain.
Five miles in the books.
(For 7/19/14)
Moving gingerly.
Soldiering on through the pain.
Five miles in the books.
(For 7/19/14)
A stab in the back.
Betrayed by my own body.
This lumbar pain sucks.
A gentle dog’s soul.
A ray of light guides it home.
See you at the bridge.
A dream comes alive.
Eyes twinkle with impish joy.
My heartbeat quickens.
On the edge of sleep.
Tired, but still more to do.
Keep pushing ahead.