Open mics,
And,
Solo dinner dates have filled my schedule more often than taking the time to take care of myself the way God wants me to.
Delayed blog posts are the result,
As well as poems written by eighty percent of my true potential.
I can’t seem to figure out why,
As my nights become longer,
And,
My days shorter.
Is it time I step away until my mind is in order?
Or,
Do I keep tumbling forward while scrambling each piece of my brain until they all snap back together?
I don’t know…
Life just feels like it’s going backwards.
Taking steps behind me while things become more blurry,
Pixelated as I attempt to press on.
A different spark besides what I had several months ago!
But,
Quitting has never looked good on me.
And,
I like a decent fit more often than not.
Maybe,
There is no other choice,
But,
To keep writing until the pain stops…
There’s nothing else I know,
After all…
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