Some days I feel like I’m dragging a corpse around.
Inside of me.
And even in the midst of all this celebrating, thanksgiving and victory
There is something
Just laying there.
As an ever present reminder that even when it’s all good,
It really ain’t.
Life is like that.
There’s always something thriving and something dying at the same time.
Feet dangling in hell fire,
Head high on cloud nine.