Truth

Getting to the truth of a thing

It’s kind of like digging for good dirt

Sometimes the earth

Is soft and compliant

The soil is easily turned

Willingly revealing layers underneath

So easy, allowing us to

Push our hands into the dirt

Pull up clumps of weeds

Plow a path for a Spring flower trail

Sometimes the earth is hard

Unyielding

Protecting the dirt

Layering diversions

Of hard rock

Perilous gulfs of varying elevations

Deterrents to digging

Deterrents to plundering

The precious soil

Explosives

Bulldozers

Full-on destruction

We press on

Digging deeper

In search of the elusive dirt

And what happens

When we have finally found

The precious place to build

The right foundation

Was it worth it

Or is the dirt revealed too sensitive

Too raw

Too damaged

Getting to the truth

Can leave a lot of destruction in its wake

Only to reveal something

Too fragile to take

E.A. Fussell

3/17/2019

You vs You

Same old story

The couch won out

I was on a roll

Then I got worn-out

Took a few days to recoup

Turned into months

Where did all that time go?

Now I’m feeling really stupid

All my fitness progress

Got lost in a few moments

The older I get the harder it is

To dedicate time

To go to the gym

I know

The battle is all in my mind

Well, my dear cousin Debora

Has inspired me

To start over again

It won’t be easy

I might be slow

But all I have to do now

Is get my butt off the couch

And go

Knowing she is doing the same

Will keep me moving

Even if it’s in the slow lane

I’ve set a goal

Squats, planks, running

And handstands

Yes, handstands

By my birthday

In mid-May

Telling myself

“You can do it!

No, you’re not too old!”

E.A. Fussell

02-24-2019

Do Not Conform

There is a distant voice

Calling

It gets louder

As I get older

Calling

Do not settle

Do not conform

Calling

Love with abandon

Live with passion

Calling

Stay free

Enjoy each experience

Calling

Seek wisdom

Disregard skeptics

Calling

Take risks

Do not fear pain

Calling

You were created for this moment

Do not let it pass in vain

E.A. Fussell

12/28/2018

Running From Ghosts

I begin to believe

In love again

Then

Like jagged shards

Of broken glass

Your memory

Cuts through my mind

We were young

So in love

At one time

Unbridled passion

Magnetized

Drawn together

Your voice

Your eyes

Your touch

Heaven

We had such big plans

We knew what we wanted

And we went after it

But we didn’t realize the cost

When we had very little

We still had each other

When we had everything

We lost ourselves

We lost each other

We lost everything

Hearts shattered

So badly broken

Now

When someone whispers

Passionately in my ear

Of how much they love me

And want to take care of me

All I can hear

Are distant screams

Of what it sounds like

When passionate whispers

Turn to hateful insults

And the sweet soul

Standing in front of me

Professing to love me

Wanting to share life with me

Cannot understand

Why

One moment

I am embracing them

As tightly as I can

And the next

I am running away

As fast as I can

They cannot hear

The ghosts from my past

Haunting me

Tauntingly

Questioning

Maybe I’ve never

Really been in love

I wonder

If we were really in love

How could we

Have hurt each other

So much

E.A. Fussell

11/03/2018