Stuck in my thoughts so I draw and I write. I do these things late into the night. With each strike or word I write I pray for insight to make the changes and finally get things right in my life. Every day has been a struggle for a long time, that is so real. Paycheck to paycheck stressing for my family's next meal to feed. Even after they are all grown and gone, my struggles continue on. Only they have taken on a different tone one that makes changes that will never be overcome.

Getting older and realizing that one's body is not as nimble as it used to be. The smile that you wear through all the dispare only lasts so long before the pain in my body takes over and makes that smile is a strain and I am overcome with the tears and in come flooding all the fears. Walking across the floor, oh becareful, can't afford to fall or to break another toe, ...