Gaining Speed

I moved in early,

To work out kinks

Before I needed to rush.

Leaving only when taken out with family,

Because for over two years,

I rarely got out of a single room at all,

Two to three days a week,

And only with momma.

When I fitted my feet,

*Read, grunted, huffed, puffed, and shoved*

Into my black shoes,

for the first time alone,

Success was walking around my complex.

A few days later,

And repeat.

Two weeks in,

And I am going out,

For a prescription,

To school,

To the front office,


For packages and mail.

I know soon,

Movement will be almost unending, 

Slow and steady,

Growing over time

Until my momentum is unstoppable

And stamina persistent.

Stumble and shake,


And fall and bump and bruise

Bruising is not broken.


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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