MY TRAVELS

Hiram Silva

It’s late and I’m tired and I’m out of focus. I feel adrift at sea, lost in the madness that is my life.

Then all at once, it hits me. In the middle of one of my memories, or halfway through trying to figure an unanswered question, that familiar feeling returns the pain. It washes over me, wave after wave. My mind goes crazy and yea, I could give up. I could just lay still and let the sea consume me. Instead, I grit my teeth, I catch my breath and plow forward.

When the going gets tough, many head for safe harbor. But I don’t. I am a warrior and I welcome the pain. It keeps me honest, it grounds me.
My friends I tell you this, the sea I travel on is wide and rough, and though the pain may come over me, I will NEVER let it overcome me!
My name is Hiram Silva, and I could sure use a friend right now.