Split

The numbers are half of low normal.

My mind is hanging on the edge of me.

I am swirling on my toes between self care & success.

Where i should land when my grace runs dry,

Is foggy, unclear, and undefined.

The tingling in my fingers and toes

Is something less then magic.

And I march on.

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

2 thoughts on “Split

  1. (the iron infusions still not kicking in? do your instructors know or understand? are you able to keep warm walking to classes? lots of rain coming our way… do you have good rain gear?) lots of questions that have nothing to do with this fine poem…this line, “I am swirling on my toes between self care & success.” says it all. sending prayers and good thoughts your way, Misty. keep posting. if you ever decide to publish these poems through amazon, i would willingly proof them for you at that time. xoxo

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