It starts small.
Little mistakes, errors in judgment
Missed opportunities
Disappointed looks that melt the thin veneer
of control in which I've been masking terror.
Changes weigh down
as I trudge forward
keeping my head up
enough to choke on the rain a little.
The trudging slows.
I start to sink.
Until I can't remember how to move anymore
And all I see
are looks of disappointment.
I happen to think you are pretty amazing. Sending some hug virtual hugs . . . squishy ones at that.
ReplyDeleteI love you. I know that feeling of paralysis. Sending you so much love.
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