Rust

Trying to capture the moments
like fleeting memories
trying to take this on step at a time
letting go of all my mysteries

My hands ache over the keyboard
a by-product of constant work
my spirit is trying to refill
tearing myself away from all this hurt

I'm not writing for you or for myself
I write for my son now so he will understand
how even with chaos of our lives
I've at least attempted to being a better man

Shaking of the rust with each quatrain
it's pain is etched into every word
for those who know me...hahaha
here I am again trying to learn