Pieces

Some pieces of myself

are scattered around my bed.

And I am in awe,

I am not meant to be here,

For so many reasons.

That’s why you have not seen

more than a single disabled lawyer

On your screens.

We are docile,

Or is it dumb?

Regardless,

we are “unfit” for the legal puzzle.

For years I didn’t even fit

into my own skin,

Until I sanded off the smallest bit of my baggage.

And, against the norm, I fit

Into my business suite,

And into any courtroom.

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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