Bully

I knew it when I saw it
-I always do.
Especially when it’s waved
in front of my face.
Flaunted and taunting.

I hit it. Like on TV.
I yelled inside “Ha!”
When it went down,
Shaking, trembling,
though I hit with words.

But next time I hit
It will be better.
I hear the words, firing me up
to go beyond them,
to hurt more than hearts.

I feel my body tense,
Muscles knowing more
How to put it in it’s place
Than words ever can.
I believe my story about it.

It goes down because it has to.
It has to because if it doesn’t,
It will be me, a person.
And that won’t happen
When I can steal power.

~D Gregory Smith

On The Road- a lot.

Oct4 by D Gregory Smith

I’ve been to Missoula, Seattle, Missoula and back to Butte in four days- put 1600 miles on the Bofus and am not done yet. Tonight is Bozeman, Wednesday is Helena and then there are retreats to prepare for and the rest of the house to deal with.

Blech.

That’s my first reponse. But then I think about it, and I become grateful. Grateful for the ability to work, to love to play and to be supportive to the lives of people who seem to find me helpful.

Amazing. So I’ll just take back that “blech” from before, ok?