My kind of night

Weeping thoughts of things lovers do to fool you into being captured again.

Touch of a hand while stealing a kiss. Trying to make me remember regret at it’s finest.

I push them aside as I stare up at this half moon and put the ring back on the shelf.

We have nothing more than friendship at best. Standing the test of time and the space it takes to let your vices take over.

C L Cunningham

It brought me through 

Life gives up and downs. From the moment breath enters a body the story begins. All reality starts and the things that are being taught become fact over fiction. 

I was brought up hard.

Moved from the inner city of Kansas City Missouri to the stomping grounds of Omaha. I made my journey into adulthood.

  
Well rounded in religious beliefs. Sidetracked by hard knocks. Family struggles and the building blocks of life with strife as a banner. 

It challenged me to become more.

  
I love that my life took me to low places. Deep dark spaces. If it wasn’t for those experiences I would not acknowledge the light that I see. I wouldn’t be able to fully appreciate those who have helped me along the way. 

  
I love the way life picks out how things go. Then gives me the tools to decide for myself parts of the path that I want to take.

My attitude of gratitude has not come easy. I’m grateful that I have found it. I hope that I will forever keep it. 

Day 24 of grateful January. The question is what challenge are you grateful for? I love to hear your stories about life and your insight into the world. Feel free to leave a comment. 
C.L Cunningham 

Happy Wednesday 
Sending you peace and blessings 🙏🏼

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