version 26.5
May 9, 2008
26 & still fighting for my life. crossing the bridge from poverty to even ground. the stability here makes me lose my footing. the migration into recovery disorienting.
each instant a demand. month to month. hand to lips. determined to struggle. the silence between moments makes what’s easy feel hard. makes the simple complex.
an exhaustion i can’t censor. juggling with three hands & still not enough. spread too thin. can’t hold the mosaic together. stretched across threadbare canvas.
even as one era ends, three others are coming into swing. the finish lines stack one against the other, obstacles set for muscles pushed to their limit. the missed hurdles swoop to the ground. they make a guilty thwack when they get there.
things slow & still there isn’t a second to lose.
