Oh the struggle!

The days that wake with a

Heartfelt

Jab, and a pulse to quicken,

But,

Fading to a blur when it all

Washes out and then returns

Again,

Tentative,

Wondering, but

No. Not now, for today is a

Hard Day.

A struggle day of flotsam

In the drifting tide wending

Up the coastline of my life.

These days I do not wish for

But

They are, and will be, and

Belong just as much as the

Good, the

Luminous, the

Tuart rising twisted over the scorched heat, the

Banksia trail guiding a path through the tangled feelings

All tracing its way home

To myself.