Fissures In The Path Shored Up
Finding and claiming yourself again.
Do you always feel less than complete?
Living in an open cut.
Using every second to squeeze out each drop of make and do.
Yet we don’t bleed.
On the edge.
Success at fingertips but sliding past just out of grasp.
Do we feign winning to fit in a mold?
Catch a wave, do what we’re told?
Stand and face the tide…