So here I am again… standing at the edge of my world and looking down into an eternity of complete mystery and absolute darkness… to the eyes… no, there’s nothing to be seen…nothing at all. Nothing but for certain doom and irretrievableness. Jumping into this endless nothingness is the answer??? Who the hell put that idea in my head…jeez… of all the things I came here to escape, nothing makes why I came here worth it…nothing at all. With all life’s f’ng problems at least I’ve got a life still to have problems in… right Pack?… No, ur death song is to be sung only when ur riding beast has passed from exhaustion, and ur legs have stopped carrying u, and ur arms can no longer drag U forward anymore… yeah, only then can u turn on ur back, gaze at the heavens and give up ur fight, asking ur Maker to take u back … till then, go back… he don’t want u yet… no reward or rest for u if u quit this way… go back! And show the weak what true strength is and where it really comes from… not from ur closed fists but ur believing heart!

Published by Pack Redfeather

I am a walking contradiction of traditions some say. An African American and Native American Muslim poet with a personal life history as violently turbulent as a Storm. A visionary from the bottom of life’s social barrel striving to share the hope found in the light of faith through sometimes dark but real poetry. I’m a former member of the Bloods street gang, former serial bank robber, and both federal/state prison convict. I live on my mother’s tribal reservation of the Leech Lake band of Ojibwe in Minnesota.

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