Full Of It

4c226103_560180_701474409938421_8252415907119987040_nTomorrow.

Let him fix me or let me sit in a chair. I can’t keep up the propel. I don’t have the fuel of fortitude.

Staccatoed survival. Bed rests for spurts of purposeful.

Hyperbole. That’s been my branded. Full of it.

I’ve always been full: full of life, hope, love, sorrow, joy, fear, longing.

Now I’m filled with a new it: unpumped blood.

Irony?

A heart that won’t empty.

(Photo courtesy of metrotimes)

About Mark R. Trost

Writer. Editor. Consultant.
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