The way

I will walk this path, climb these steps, in my own way. Sometimes hobbling (damaged on one foot.) Sometimes kneeling (crawling slowly.) Sometimes leaping, (dancing with joy.) Sometimes weeping (my heart heavy with bricks.) But, climb I shall ever forward with my right foot my left foot and my heart that leads the way.

The Lion’s main

His warm hand clasp so unusual in a man that stands somewhat like an iron bar. Awkward, uncertain, separate. Unconsciously letting his tenderness leak out, Whilst adamantly denying he feels anything at all. This truth of you is certain. Reliable. To the very end. If I fall, I fall without fear. You will catch me,Continue reading “The Lion’s main”