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.


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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