Save … I need to be saved. I am flawed. I am human. My life is spent observing, absorbing, learning. I am always looking for ways to be safe. To be loved and happy. Self-improvement has long been my constant companion. Check yourself J-Dub. Check yourself has become my mantra as I’ve gotten older and wiser. No longer the rash, spoiled child. Check yourself and understand when given a choice always choose to be kind.
Hurt. I personally have known hurt. And with each injury, physical or mental I have come back. I have endured. Gentlemen, we can rebuild her, Better than she was before. … Better… stronger… faster – as the 1970s Six Million Dollar Man intro would suggest. Where is Oscar Goldman when we need him most?
Yet I know I have not cornered the market on pain.
There but for the grace of God go I.
The world is not a nice place. Not a safe place. The mass murder in Las Vegas is the most recent example in a litany of atrocities. What kind of world do we live in? What are we doing to make things better … to make things safe?
I have no answers, only questions. I had not intended to write this. So much for taking my hand at poetry. Nice safe , soft, and fluffy poetry. Then again that is what stream of conscious dictates. Let the thoughts flow. And flow they did. Poured right out of my head onto the page.
The above was brought to you by the rambling of J-Dub in response to the prompt save/safe on #SoCS Oct. 7/17. If you’d like to participate, follow on to the Rules & Ping Back.
Thank you to Joey from Joeyfully Stated for being a wonderful guest host.