11 February, 2011  |   2 Comments

What what what what what.


I fight the slow down.
I slow down.
I fight it.

All wound up in other folks demands and needs and no one wants that for me much less me but yet there I dangle in a tangle just a few uncomfortable inches above the ground.

Tiny fingers can’t pick it apart.
That’s a tangle of my own making.

Swing and fight.

Rock back and forth
hoping that the sheer force
of weight
and will
crashes me to rest.

But the rocking just makes me tired.

I fight the slow.
But I slow.
A little.

2 thoughts on “What what what what what.

  1. 1
    Jane Gassner says:

    yes yes yes yes yes

  2. 2
    Jessica says:

    hang in there, you can do it. if anyone can, it’s you, beautiful!!!!

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