Fear hits me like a Bolt of lightning. I race to be seated. The wods are swimming About my mind And long for remembering. Paceful steps, I race to sit, Yet on my way I am calmed by a Knowing. The Words Are always there And will never leave me. My gait shortens My pace slows Calmness ensues, And I am whole once more. -MR, 8/6/19
Poetry, Photos, and Stuff by Matt Ramey