Visually Challenged

For so long

filled and pulled and without relief

exhausted, weary, depleted.

she picks up her head keeps going...

"do the next thing" slurs over and over in her mind.

having enough awareness for only the next, she moves.



craving the moment of the first silence

steps are taken despite

thoughts are like waves pushing her back

hitting her; she stumbles.



have you ever shouted "why"

without mustering a sound-

the end of the day brings exhaustion from talking so much

and nothing ever leaving her lips.



filled and pulled and without relief

exhausted, weary, depleted.

she picks up her head keeps going...

"do the next thing" slurs over and over in her mind.

having enough awareness for only the next, she moves.



sometimes, for some time, this is life. my life.