Control

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

But,

Just because my plans fracture.

Even when they shatter

Control is mine.

Because I control the changes I make.

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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