A Song For Me

When I played with dolls,

It was a nightmare tale

Of scars and evil.

Met with compassion and curiosity,

Before I could define those words.

My sister woke me up at night when she was afraid

And I couldn’t give her the comfort she sought

Just as accomplishment is not linear,

Life is not a hallelujah at every character’s end

And I’ve always heard song in the rhythm of getting up again.11


Published by sickybeat

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

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