By Michael W. Raley
I was going to be productive today,
But my body made other plans.
After a night of rest,
I awoke drained and fatigued,
Only to realize an entire day lies ahead.
Every time I begin to emerge from the pit,
I am thrown back down into the darkness.
I try to stay active and move,
But my joints do not want to cooperate.
I get one of life’s wildfires under control
Only to notice two more are starting.
My deepest, most inner spiritual man cries for help,
Only to be silenced by the oppression of my mind.
I try to remain hopeful and move forward,
Only to have my progress stifled.
However, I will saddle up like a hardened cowboy
And get through this day,
Riding toward the horizon,
Hoping tomorrow will be better.