History
on top of
English
on top of
Government
on top of (more)
English
on top of
Theatre
on top of (more)
Theatre
on top of
Clubs
Organization and
Church
Stacked and towering on
worry about
cute people
(oh so many cute people)
faraway family
(I can’t wait to see you)
vanishing friends
(no time to sleep let alone talk)
All precariously
balanced
on
very
small
shoulders.
I am constantly
dodging
the pot-holes of life
Hoping
the pile doesn’t fall,
I don’t trip,
and maybe, someday,
I’ll find my ‘You’
I really like this one. It evokes the precarious balance I am always mangaging. I hope you are not feeling quite as anxious as it makes me feel. At least not all the time! ;-)
ReplyDeleteThanks!! I'm glad you like it. The precarious blaance is what I was going for.
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