"attempting to get beyond that no passing sign..."

You step out, a leap of faith, a hope in the unknown holding your best interest at hand.
Unexpected, birth of chaos, rest of a reassuring reality.
Deep breathes, in, out, in, and out.
Reminders draw images across your flesh-
stories told of a broken past, but images displayed in the form of survival.
Words, branding, scarred flesh, war wounds from battles fought with yourself-
a glimpse in the broken sidewalk bares its own ware and tare.

©brokenimagery

Foreign, the world and the eyes that open themselves to their surrounding.
Sterile touch, if any at all.
Replenish, stock up on the kind words that are offered in love and support.
Remember the good, absorb the moment, the now, life.
See the man sitting on the curb, can in bag, head hanging low-
he wanders aimlessly more than the shoes and eyes that appear before me.

Smiles dress the walls and the buses, some sincere-
others non existing in sincerity like a snow storm in the middle of July in Arizona's heated dry desert.
You, Me, the others.
Wake up, get dressed, go.
We go about this thing called life, following the outlines we have set before ourselves,
and even so bravely allowing nature to take its place.
A whirlwind of discomfort and security all at once.
"Danger, No Passing."
Life repeats the ideology of this road block,
it's removed, again, and again...
Tomorrow, it's all the same, but in a different way.
Put your church clothes on a Friday,
smile, even if it's fake,
say thank-you, even if you don't mean it...
For there may be someone out there that craves a face to look at them with ease,
and perhaps there's another that just wants to be acknowledged-
a kind "thank-you" could turn a invisible soul into a nourished one.
Me, I just go about...attempting to get beyond that no passing sign...
there's a way around ya know...there always is.