Still

I am not done yet

I have not passed on

My back may hurt

it still moves

The sloth in my movement may be caused by pain

Id rather feel pain than not feel

My heart may be tough and leathery 

it is not cold

it is not stone

My laughs are deeper

longer

My love is harder

stronger

When I do speak 

it is often low

there is no need to shout

there is no need to comment on everything

every thing is not my concern

What I have

now 

is knowledge

What I know

now

is how to filter information

© Christopher F. Brown 2018

Aganju seeing Shango’s heart

He is Fire
Fire like mine

Fire I could have been
Fire I should have been

Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda

He didn’t waste time
He didn’t waste his fire

looking for love
in clubs
in gyms
on-line
Everywhere in-between

He didn’t waste time
He didn’t waste his fire

getting his heart broken
getting cheated on
deferring his dreams for a fantasy crafted by others

He let his fire shine and burn
I hid mine away
the only heat felt from mine was by proximity
the only light that shone from mine was in comparison to shadow

He would never be like me
His fire is not like mine

He is smart enough to not bother with things that would take away
He is smart enough to protect his fire from the water
He would never fall in love with it

He is
not me

His fire is
not mine

His fire is
Better

His fire is not as hot as mine
He can selectively burn with his
mine can only be contained by that which would try to destroy it

I don’t regret me
I don’t regret my fire
that is not the point

I want to protect
him
his fire

The way no one protected
me
my fire

© Christopher F. Brown 2018