I’ve dragged myself through mud and muck by trudging across misfortunes,
Sometimes of my own accord, and other times through no fault of my own.
But I’ve always stopped to wipe my muddy feet on the welcome mats
Before passing through doorways with my heart on my sleeve.
And most days are the same, where I’ve been better and worse.
But I think things happen for a reason, and those contrasting states
Of disposition have given me the perspective to believe
One day, I can say I have removed my shoes
And washed
My clothes in someone else's home for the last time
Before peering from my window
At someone else’s clothes hung out on a line.
About the Creator
Jeffrey Sparks
Adversity is kindling I choose to burn to keep my hands warm in winter ensuring my words will stretch beyond the years that turn my bones to dust.
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