every day

Don’t look.
I’m failing.
Not hitting my marks and missing my queues.

Frantic after scribbled pages flying quick and crinkled in the wind.
Limp from keeping pace with the advanced and practiced.
Bruised and stumbling in the bit of light leading the way.

One thing after another,
Falling like a domino,
Until I stand empty handed.

Nothing of my own work to stand with me.

Free again to start new.


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