Brick Brickwork Ruin from Pixabay

Fissures In The Path Shored Up

Finding and claiming yourself again.

Do you always feel less than complete?
Not sad.
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.
Teetering softly.
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?
Not complying.
Stand and face the tide…