Written Words – (poetry)

It’s hard not to feel the slightest bit overwhelmed.
As if the world was a long line of dominoes.
One stumble.

These days I always feel like I’m juggling.
Finances, work, people, plans until they all crash with equal force to the floor.
Or I catch them.

As if I can’t spend a minute for myself or I won’t catch it —
I’m not even sure what I’m chasing, to be candid.

There’s a lot of gray between wins and losses.
Success is buried in the real world —
not willing to bury my head in the sand to find it.

As if ambition was sun glasses
or looking the other way.
As if driven was an end state.


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