Spoonie Hiker

I promise it’s not an oxymoron.

I wasn’t raised to complain.

I can easily slip into it though. And sometimes I do. When the pain grows too intense, or I get so tired I can’t lift my head up any longer, sometimes it just slips out. Sometimes, then, I can’t put a stop to it. It’s then that my complaining is expressing myself as much as in my creative writing. It just needs to come out and be…