Day 21 in UCLA hospital, I’m done.
Pain was on 100, torturing me for fun.
Arnold Swarzenegger came through the wall, delodid was a jokester.
I wanted to live, just live, all the while, death was stalking me.
Anger can be an incredible healing power. Channel it correctly.
My home is broken, minds, bodies, knees and toes. I’m in a place where sadness grows.
I can not move. My home is me. Broken body and all, to the T.
Still, there is love in my home, it be what it be.
Sometimes anger heals.
Home is a place called me.
My home is being remodeled, upgrades to my structure.
Peace don’t wanna live in a broken down place.
The beauty of a home is its ability to sooth the soul. Solace from the rat race.
A healthy home is a safe mental space with thriving physical energy.
I want that. All of that.
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