remember november

I remember how November began too many late shifts for this old man pulling up and over Pine Grove Mountain in the early morning hours mist and a frightening silence along the roads were following me I shivered half cold and half fear as I reached to add some heat and when I looked back he was standing in my lane beast of a buck white as snow majestic broad shoulders to accommodate his massive rack staring me down head raised proudly in the second before I swerved the second that cost me my life as I was held transfixed in his beauty I rose above the trees and viewed my crumpled jeep on its head tires still spinning the beast still eyeballing me as I slid into the ether It is December now and I watch as my kids open their gifts for the first time without me they are older and their hearts will heal before the coming of Spring

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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