“I don't think about the end game. I've got lots to occupy my mind.
It's the rage that keeps me going.” ~ Sir Terry Pratchett
I like to roll impossible on my tongue,
taste all the reasons bullying me with
“I can’t”, chew on attitudes damning me
before words spill from my right hand.
Death is the torn ribbon of last breath.
I have no desire to live as a corpse
surrendering my lungs to an exhaled
list of all of my ailments.
There is a world inside my mind
yet to be explored, beautiful noise
to translate, silence to record,
rivers of vocabulary to map.
I am not in a race for pages or accolades.
Finished will come at its own pace.
I will embrace detours, rage against hours
that spill satire in wrinkled flesh, and brittle bones.
I will surround myself with empty journals
waiting for verse, rhyme, poetry, secrets.
Today will not be my boundary or tomorrow my fear.I will taunt the devil with the boldness of living.
©Susie Clevenger 2015
NaPoWriMo ~ Day 18