Walk a Mile

Or an inch.  or a centimeter.  Put on the shoes just for size.  

I wrote this in response to a particular bad meeting involving my client facing a firing squad.  not literally, obviously.  and they're not supposed to be a firing squad.  

also... not meant to be depressing.  but so burdened.  

lullaby

chaos scares

Rock-a-bye

Insert the nightmare

And our angst and fears

Burn your soul and sear

All the judgment and your tears

Join the sidewalk crack

And stones keep piling up

Falling like waterfall

Coming down in weightless matter

And the stones keep piling up

The landslide that buries you

you gulp one last breath