Big picture poems and tiny solutions

On the edge of illness I woke up

And, as good writing rules dic….

I was caught by a moment, and left a thought hanging

And, by now, I’ve lost my grip on it.

And it has fallen of the edge of the abyss of my mind

But I keep writing, doing, and reflecting

because the lessons of any value come round in refresher courses of life.

Nothing ever repeats identically, and we may morn for lost opportunities,

But the most important things never entirely leave either,

Even if we can only see the ghost of a memory,

We will.


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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