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My Unbalanced Dance

I try to tell myself That I’m able To balance the various parts Of my life But this appears to be Another instance of Me lying to myself On the whole I suppose I do manage A bit of balance Between working myself Damn near to death And being completely still Due to exhaustion But … Continue reading »

Not My Monkey, Not My Circus

Life is a three ring circus On a good day It’s just the three rings The performances are flawless The animals obedient Blue skies and cotton candy But it’s still a circus On the not-so-perfect days And let’s face it If your lucky You get maybe three perfect days A year And on those Less-than-stellar … Continue reading »

Mercurial

I like to think of myself as ADD enabled. But there are times (far too many times)when this is decidedly not an advantage. I think it helps me at work because I have to flit back and forth between many different tasks at once but when I need to, I can hyperfocus. But outside of … Continue reading »

Mindfulness

Weekdays spent Punching a clock Pushing myself To be perfect To do more To learn more Constantly striving Improving and thriving But that constant attention To all the outward details Means my focus Is without Instead of within And eventually I feel like I’ve derailed Suddenly I’m exhausted My head hurts And I’m nauseous These … Continue reading »

Frivolous and Ridiculous

Frivolous and ridiculous Elephants in pajamas These are the things I need When I’m in a place of sadness A little silliness and madness To wipe away the blues When all my wandering thoughts Lead me back to you Kitten turning cartwheels Puppies on parade Internet memes When I’m tired and afraid Bright colors Blue … Continue reading »

Insecurities

In those final moments Of a long day That seemed to span A week or more Just before I grudgingly Drift off to sleep And in the first moments Of the next In a string with no beginning And no end I think of you And in that pre-dawn dark The question comes to mind … Continue reading »

Afterward

Sitting Waiting For an event That’s nothing more Than the afterward Of a long story Already read Where the outcome Was less than satisfying But the natural conclusion Of a long and winding tale Where the heroine Had finally found her place In this crazy world A story where every tragedy Was met with resilience … Continue reading »