My wisdom is faltering
And my words are cracked.
My strength is lucid like a dream.
I pay the price for a vertical back
My road has bumps that spawn in the light
As I grow parts of me do more than rearrange
I leave claw marks in the wisdom of that era
Which so many discard,
Because I refuse to become a shield
With only a corpse of optimism to gaurd.
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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