For the longest time

I lost part of myself.

And it doesn’t matter why, now.

I never thought about getting it back

Because I am grateful just to have peace.

Grateful for laughter amid a world of stress.

Busy flexing my flexibility muscles.

And, after a time of mourning,

The life I have is enough.

Still, I missed waffles 🧇

And sick-days.

Even in a good life as I have it.

But, yesterday I found a piece of myself.

As I ate waffles with butter,

The REAL stuff,

And REAL maple syrup.

Beyond the joy of taste,

I was at home within myself.

And I will never let myself go again.


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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