The day is new,
And I wonder
Can I survive again?
Can I survive 1,000 more times?
If the money in my pocket
Doesn’t spark with the friction
As it’s being pulled away
And set me on fire.
And the cogs of my brain don’t start smoking.
Breath is water to the fire of panic.
Today is new,
and I inhale
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 View more posts
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SickyBeat
read all 3 posts with great glee. your poetry in spot on, misty! we now will be informed when you post. nicholsloy studio
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