if anyone can make a ladder to success out of rejection letters...it's me
my midsection bleeds....
or am I mistaken.....
most days I feel as if something has been taken away...
perhaps it's nothing but a trap...
something to capture my thoughts and turn them into something else....
I've been plugged in for so long, the waiting is jolting......
my medicine is too sugary.....my voice too quiet....
if only my mind could be heard and harvested.....
and when I look into the mirror and glimpse at what is feasting on me it too looks familiar....
a mere page or two per day.....will it ever amount to a novel realization.....
my fingertips hold the most confidence....so i'll sit back and let them worry....let them wait...
it's odd and funny how they never hesitate......
