
Good Morning Everyone!
I find I take a lot for granted until time and resources are lost. I want to make the most out of every opportunity going forward.
My days have been filled with empty promises. I do not want to live that way any longer. I deserve better from myself. Those around me deserve better as well. My promises from now on need to be no promises. I just need to do the best I can for each twenty-four hours and accept it as such.
The other day I took a new picture of myself. For the first time in a long time I saw the gleam back in my eyes. The hazel colored eyes that are mine. The softness of my skin. The less weary rough and rugged face.
The hair that lays so nicely atop my head, along with a genuine smile.
I am not so sure I am writing this all so correct. But I see in me the writer that is passionate about who he is, what he has seen, where he has been, and all he hopes to be. I saw all that wrapped in love and grace.
I do not deserve grace that is for sure as none of us really do. It is unmerited favor. It is one of the greatest gifts freely offered.
My feet are rough and sore. They have holes in the skin.
My legs are weak and hurt so bad some days.
I was trying to run on these limbs not even realizing it.
I see hope in me again.
I want to paint a picture now of the days and nights, before finding me.
You see I had lost hope or thought I had.
The nights were filled with horrible images and a darkness shadowed. My nights were not so sweet. I was crying and afraid. I screamed!
I am not sure I even knew how to pray anymore. I honestly thought as many a time before, this was the end of my life. I cried out for my mom. I always cry out for her when I feel I am in trouble. She could not save me.
I felt as though my heart and gut were being ripped from me. I froze.
There was nothing I could do but see a door shutting down on me. I was being force and locked into the ground and I could not make a sound.
This was true fear as it gripped my life. I must get up and walk for this is not a game. This is for keeps. I will not play this round again.
The days are plagued with images from the night and it is all about this rock.
This lady, this man, another man, another lady, my mom, this group of people, are all shouting at me to drop this rock! Unbury yourself! You are not dead! Come out among the living and be free!
Oh, this rock, has been the problem the whole time! The rock holds the garage door I tried to hold up for my family. It holds the tears and fears. The trauma of my childhood[MR1] . and all the things I have done in word thought, and deed.
I am tired of tripping over this rock and letting it bury me. I picked it up to run with it so I do not trip over it.
Oh Mama! it hurts so bad! Please make it stop!
My friend Kay (not her real name) says: “Honey she did not create it, she did not cause it, and your mama cannot cure it. Drop the rock!”
I am trying! I want to be free! Kay says again, “Drop the rock! No one can do it for you. Only you, can drop it.”
I am ready with sobbing that floods all around me. Still, it is not enough until I drop the rock.
Thanks for reading!
Authors Note: The conversation with Kay only happened in my head. But she has said so many words similar. Let us make it clear I love my Mama and I love Kay my dearest friend forever. Both are incredibly special people.
This has been another blogpost entry by Boxcar Mike over and out!
God Bless Y’all Everybody!









