Relighting Wet Wood
Relighting Wet Wood
(Remembering Mister B.)
By: Miracle Man
August 23, 2020
Anger’s fumes influenced his steps,
and his thoughts were poisoned by the residue of daily events.
Too much of his life, was spent trying to rekindle a campfire,
and relighting wet wood with gofer matches became an endless task.
He believed life’s destination was most important
but most didn’t see that he wasn’t enjoying the journey.
Perhaps his time would have better been spent
searching out another campsite?
While voices whispered to him from the shadows,
that he should have remained a man alone,
he remembered a vow, “for better or worse”,
then struck another match.
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