I'm a disaster
Within a shaky frame
Of anxiety and hopelessness.
I'm a mistake
Still standing
But barely.
I've made it this far
And I know I can go farther.
But I'm not sure if it's a matter of
Ability.
But rather
Desire.
Do I want to continue
even though this hurts?
I don't know.
Which means
That I can't give up.
Because if I give up now
Then I won't ever know.
And what if
The day after I've given up
That's when the pieces fall into place?
So I'll take it
One year,
One week,
One day,
One breath,
At a time
Until all my pieces
Fall into place.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
PoetryMy thoughts tend to form like poems, so I figured I'd share them- part of me hoping they make sense to more than just myself.
