“The First Rays of Sunlight” – Frick Park – Pittsburgh, PA – An older photograph… But perfectly suited for this poem… This cairn is a representation of how I want to feel… I want rays of sunshine… Not the black cloud often seen following me…
Eyes on the ceiling… Back to the ground…
Rain drops drop in a rhythmic sound…
Thinking about how my life would be…
Living without heroin and a felony…
My arms show the scars of a million pricks…
Result of a mountain of heroin bricks…
Experience that only earned me a fight…
Desire to live lies in my will to write…
Writing is my last shot at redemption…
Art and photography my only salvation…
The few worlds where pain gets you paid…
One of the trades I bring in spades…
No options but to carve my own path…
Stand up and give the haters my wrath…
Take away my voice but can’t take my pen…
Thanks to God I still have a friend…
My only option is to continue writing…
Accept reality and continue fighting…
I will never be a part of the white-collar crowd…
Searching for a way to make someone proud…
Looking for a reason… A will to live…
A continuing reason to charitably give…
Locked out of opportunity… Left alone…
Societal failure… I’m on my own…
Can’t look down I gotta keep looking up…
When my glass is half empty I’ll hit you with my cup…
The world always seems to be pushing me down…
The jokes on you… My best work is on the ground…
plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello
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chriscondello 
awesome, and re-blogged…keep up the good work…inspiring…
ME and the Boss
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Wow, this is fantastic. I typically am not a big fan of poetry, in general but this was beautifully written. “Searching for a way to make someone proud…” struck me back to reality. No matter what our backgrounds, vices or present journeys this is something most of us are all looking for; and something that we likely should not be. Finding that internal peace is often harder, we know all our own dirty little secrets; and have been a much harder judge of them. Here’s to Keeping grounded.
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Thanks you for your interest… Poetry was never a favorite of mine either… After writing a little I have become fond of it…
Thank you for the comment though… Spot on…
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