Blood Fuel

Even after losing my 20s

To the darkness of my mind,

As a tiptoe toward 33 I find magic in iron.

I’ll be the last to pump it;

But the first to lick it.

23, 27, and 29 year old me was

To busy being sick to feel it,

30, 31, and 32 found just enough time.

My muscles are singing Beethovan’s 9th now,

And I know the song will end.

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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