To the Hills

I ran to the hills to catch a breath, a few breaths, 
some new fucking lungs.
I needed time,
Everyone needs time sometimes, 
Despite what we’re raised to believe.

I needed my memory and in these hills
the last they were seen.
The smell alone was enough, 
The cedar, the soil.
And just as I suspected, they arrived.

Many say you can’t live in the past and I agree
it can be a horrid place.
But you also can’t heal what hasn’t been exposed.
And there are few things I find more courageous than facing your greatest opponent.

Table for One

When the lights dim and the noise fades,
And your juggling that fine line of loving yourself
and thinking you’re better than others.

When all the other soldiers have gone home, 
And your about to pour that drink, turn on that show, take that hit,

Remember,
Sometimes the only person left to battle is yourself.

Bandera, TX 2019