Dancing with exhausted

The alarm is set,

For 6am.

I go to bed at 10:30pm,

But my internal clock dings at 5am,

And the snooze button isn’t functional.

So I throw myself vertical,

Make my bed, and meander to the bathroom.

On nothing but momentum and coffee fantasies.

The tired will weave,

Ebb and Flow at its extremes,

All there is to do,

Is to push until I break through.


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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