**Be warned not all that enter will remain the same from wence they came..
It is in the darkest of these hours that I find strength in smallest of things. The simple warmth of my blanket and gentle crackle of the fire. Here is where the tears stop and start like waterfalls. Where I can let go of the dreams I used to have. It’s the only way I know how to make it.
These hands shake more than used to.This cancer has challeged me in ways I never imagined. Driven my friends and family from me, made me angry. It has tested my physical and emotional levels of pain and patience, tolerance and temperament past there limits of rebound without damage.
Today I am weak in heart, body, mind and spirit. **When a man loses everything besides the body he has been given and that too withers in front of his very eyes…. the sunsets have become so much more beautiful and with each dawns daybreak its rise more dismal. Yet alass each night I know the darkness of loss and grief I feel will match the darkness that stands before me, somewhere in time I must have broken a million mirrors.
Benjamin. 2017. “A life in progress.”