Poetry Series – Continuation

We agreed to a sense of continuity. That the yesterday we had will blend into the today we are walking.

I’ve been thinking about the term “working” – and if it is.
Now, I’m just wondering where I can offer my resignation. Welcoming a new role where shifts are held to no limitations.

Though I know,
I won’t find Human resources,
until I drop my hesitation.

Diving deep into my beliefs,
fearless exploration
where reality is shapen.

How does one kill a man,
even if just in their head,
without continual flashbacks to hands left red?

They don’t.
Before I even asked, the answer came in.
Redirect focus to recalibration.

So eventually,
you learn to love them.
Beautifully red, like scarlet roses.

Much love, until next time.