mountains, nature, and parking image

From where I stand

I look at the string of undifferentiating days.

The blackness of it all, the dullness.

If I am to turn, I'll find the same vile creature I said goodbye to yesteryear.
So I still.

I
am still

being paralyzed by a fear that robs me of control.

That steals the ability to move forward

from where I stand.


-Andrea Medina
Both photo and poem were fabricated by me.