YES.
My body is worn,
After beginning life in a ditch
And climbing, and falling back, and squirming when necessary,
To meet the sky after 30 years,
as I stand.
And begin to bring light and sound to the ditches assigned to the young,
My legs tremble.
I could fall,
But failure, is determined
By how I define my goals
I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty View more posts
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