turning 35 today and he has to admit, he is no longer a broken man anymore.
the cracks might still run deep, fissures deep beneath within the very core,
he had to admit, he truly was no longer broken. he was married. he had a wonderful child
and his wife was bearing another. he had a home, he had most of the things he wanted
he had a father, his mother still loved him and his family dearly, a few good close friends
he could no longer be broken, although perhaps still be moved from time to time
while running, thinking of his death, think of lifelines not pursued or thwarted
moved to reflection, to the oddities of life, of how he got there, of where he could still be
he wasn’t broken turning 35, he had to admit and he still had yet a way to go
but he was going to be whole getting there.