I find myself getting agitated. After years of trying with the most I could muster up of care and diligence, I’m still unable to glue back together all I’ve broken. How easy it is to say Pack, let the past go and live for the day. Had it not been for the pain I felt in my awakening to the realization of all the damage i’ve caused I wouldnt have this glue bottle in my hand in the first place. Trying to repiece my yesterday today, for a presentable and acceptable tomorrow. Don’t get it?… Maybe I don’t either. Ahh nevermind, I’m going to bed lol.. gn people…I gotta stop drinking energy drinks at night.

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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