The stairs lead in all directions to everywhere and everywhen,
yet back to the start if you take a wrong turn.
The scales teeter back and forth
unwilling to make a commitment either way.
Tag: bipolar
Low fuel
Let’s not confuse the sad with the empty,
though the expressions may be the same.
Tie labels around each toe
with notes on how well the footprints smile.
Are they real, or just so creatively painted on
that you’re mesmerised and can’t see the raw skin
blistering from so much neglect?
Gold stars for getting up in the morning,
lifting up the weighted chains
entwining every limb.
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