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The Walking Billboard of Dysfunction

Heather has a Bachelor's Degree in English from Moravian College and has been freelance writing for more than 12 years.

Caught in an endless rewind loop that never slowed down

Getting whiplash from the pace of one event to another

Stuck with an unbearable weight of frustrated disappointment

Privately at myself for allowing things to chip away armor

Being torn apart on the inside by medicine and emotion

Unsure of where to go from here: left or right

Impossible to determine which will cause less destruction

Property and of the internal persuasion as well

Serving in a private battle where enemy was within

Dealt a dubious hand of cards that can't be replaced

Feeling more like a partially bald calico cat today

Fur completely pulled out on the right side

Lacking patience and calm this time around

Not sure if current regime cause, or leaving behind old one was

Wired beyond belief for no discernable reason

Emotionally caught between rock and an even harder place

Sharpened by the blender inside me tearing away

At anything resembling normalcy

Looking feverishly for support and understanding

Found it in some arenas; and less in a few others

Blessed to still have some skin in this very long game

Just wished that the road wasn't filled with potholes

Difficult to understand a body full of complications

Medically and the less defined ones

Aware that plans change and pivots needed to be made

Had fingers crossed that the turnabouts weren't so sharp

Drag racing through the curves and red lights

Fast and the Furious style with some logic of course

Searching for a soft place to land for once

Needed a break from the choppy waters of circumstance

Aiming simply to stay afloat and relatively sane

At this point will take either option

Saving grace though was that the storm was caught early

Shudder at the thought of additional sharks chomping for prey

Simply taking each curveball on a daily, sometimes hourly basis.


In search of some of that lost luster.

In search of some of that lost luster.

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