Last night I felt the waves
Stress, bobbing just beyond my nostrils.
It will ebb, stress into calm,
Sleep into Energy.
The work will become more graceful,
And I, more skilled,
Until then, I will take a breath
And hold it.
As I lower my head to the crashing.
And hang on for the ride.
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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