My life, the yo-yo.
Always fishing for the weekend.
I start each week with a plan,
A good one, I’m always sure.
Until it fails,
until I get overwhelmed,
My plan blown up and every piece flying.
I am lucky, I remind myself,
When shrapnel doesn’t hit my gut
Just because my plans fracture.
Even when they shatter
Control is mine.
Because I control the changes I make.