We live a solitary game, inhabiting a shell,
wandering, hiding, looking for a purpose,
or pawning our lives away
waiting for fame.
.
I asked, “How do I win this game.”
She said, “You keep going,
you keep doing right…
no matter what.”
.
Over and over she said to me,
“You keep going,
you keep doing right…
no matter what.”
.
The die thrown around us,
we wait our turn,
as if death defines our moments,
and we hear her whisper.
.
“Keep going…keep doing
write
no matter what.”
.
Your book is inside,
an expression of your being
waiting to meet you…
wanting life.
©Joelle LeGendre
Nice share, Chris
LikeLiked by 1 person
😀
LikeLiked by 1 person