I was in a great space,

until I shared that space.

Then I tripped,

And fell off my perch in the sky.

Back onto the deck in my head space.

The view is not quite as glorious

And I knew the difference.

Today waking up with allergies,

I refuse to tumble further

into my history,

pre-determined destiny.

So, I prop myself up,

With medication,



Nasal mists,

And a big glass off ice water.

Let there be a good day.


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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