Not for me the daily war of working within brick built walls.
Not for me the nine to five.
Not for me the steady life.
I tried it for while.
Inside I died.
Instead I am out protected by steel and glass.
Nature is but an open door away.
Out in the wind and the driving rain.
Out in the summer breeze.
Out where I belong
Trapped within walls of stone my brain washed away.
I had a life where my insecurities held sway.
Depression held me close to her breast.
We loved but I dare not walk her road.
Out on my own.Self reliant.
Unconfidant of the world at large.
Knowing what I do best I drive.
I sort the world out behind my steering wheel.
It is still the same stinking mess when I return to it.
I stare unflinching at the daily war.
My internal conflicts battle the world outside.
The daily grind of confidence over ability.
I am told I undervalue myself.
I disagree.
Inside I would die but I will not give in.
Mistress Depression loved me once and would again.
You see I promised my boy I will outlive him.
I gave him my word that I will not lose the daily war.
This is my battlefield.
The war of life.
Andy Fox 080214
You write . you win.
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