Hello my name is...
Hello my name is Christopher and to what do I aspire?
Why to ace this gig and become the gun for hire
My tools aren’t meant to destroy
But to build empires within the soul
A place within each and every one
A place that remains untold.
This fateful journey’s pleasant past began with a tear
My father’s rotator cuff had a load that it simply could not bear
So tumbling down the stairs he went
I’m sure the pain wouldn’t dare
Become an expression of disdain
That his children would then untear
So I stamped my love and impressions of the molds under his skin
I had no idea what I was doing, no clue where to begin
But this was before the mind had formed
Before the mind could see
What a disaster the ego protection would eventually
And now here I stand before you
The Tuesday’s call silently ringing in my ears
Inspired to rhyme out my poetry
Inspired to cry out my tears
Inspired to contemplate
What I should do with all my fears?
We touch all over humanity
Sometimes with expressionless faces painted dear
Yet do we know that this touch
Can undue the broken wounds we all share?
So looking on to the future and thus incrementally
I calculate the odds are good
That one day this place I’ve stood
Will stand the true test of time
And author many events sublime
We may falter in our steps
We may succeed where some will fail
We will most assuredly
Have beautiful stories that we can tell.
It’s back to class that we must go
It’s back to bony landmarks that we must know
It’s back to the doldrum sometimes staring us in the face
It’s back to dreams and memories and finding that place
Within the healing spirit that we all possess.
Christopher Loflin
April 1, 2013
Becoming a massage therapist.
