This is the first time I have EVER shared any of my poetry… Nerve racking, but I’m trying to be brave!
Story on story, breath after breath.
But hindsight only brings regret
Why do I so easily disappoint
The anointed critic hailed as king,
Never satisfied with anything?
Turning inward to the pit of shame
Time to play the blaming game
But the list runs short,
Only I am left
And squint in the light
That is ready to dissect.
But instead of a surgeons scalpel
A blunt hammer hits the nail on the head
And gone is the light.
The fight hidden from view
To ensue from within.
Becoming Ordinary: Day 13
Letting go of perfect, one day at a time!!!