By Marino K. Leyba
From PHN Issue 59, Winter 2025
I can’t even begin to tell you what this place does to a
person’s soul, their being, it’s like a rose growing from the
concrete surrounded by weeds that drown out everything!
Hope is all but extinguished, struggling, juggling, tumbling
thoughts.
Metaphorically, categorically, historically, I have what it takes
to make it out, yet time is my adversary, my opposition, my
mission is survival.
I know we all have to go, yet I don’t want to rot, I don’t want
to die slow!
I am more than sufficient, the target, the goal, I must hit it.
Elemental, the chosen one–I was sent for…
–Greatness– let me show you what is real – I think I will
leave the rest to show you what fake is!
The Pyramids in Egypt have stood the test of time.
The taste, the favor, the smell, the scent of the greatest wine.
What is the substance that legends are made of?
Dying alone is a thing I have never been afraid of!
“Fortune favours the bold” –
–or so I am told, so go for broke if you want to get that pot of
gold.
I am giving you the secrets to success.
Put in the time, the work, the effort!
Never give up if you want to be the best here. Or anywhere for that matter.
Run through each and every open door, cross and build as
many bridges as possible, and climb up every ladder.
Prison is a matter of mind state.
No matter your circumstances.
Don’t trap yourself, you can still die great.
❄
