A minute to minute assessment

of my day

would fill a lot of cans.

I can do this.

I can do that.

There is nothing I can’t try,

at least, to succeed in.

No matter what

assaults of my forward


I persist.

If I was “meant” to give

up or cease what I’m

presently doing,

I would, no qualms

or questions asked.

But I wasn’t so I


and kept on keeping

on the path I was

momentarily on


I only got stronger

hanging in

when “toughness”

appeared on my


Categories: creative, creative writing, Poetry, Uncategorized, writing | Leave a comment

Post navigation

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

Create a free website or blog at

%d bloggers like this: