rise up your head
outa sleep
and all the fog of want
those
sorry ghosts
be gone
there is this
now
knockin’
askin you to
open your eyes to the day
kick worry in the piddley ass
tell it to
go-da the dogs
cause things
gonna be fine
the mind
finds the same
path
and takes it
unless
something
takes it another way
something
some
one
thing it could
be light
maybe love or some
kind of sight
that puts up a battered blinking
road block of sighs
a lifting
i looked from within my shell,
from within my reasoning,
a judgement to find.
why did they make this?
i wondered if
they enjoy doing it.
then there came an answer.
the making is not mine.
there is no judgement for me to find.
a soul weight lifted.
my sight, as with tears, cleared.
a new way of seeing appeared.
-nmd
The Beautiful Due
Artful Words to Inspire Everyday Living
Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
A LITTLE SOMETHIN' 