Shit.
Procrastination.
Nothing to show.
A house half vaccummed,
half the grass had a mow.
Resented by my teenager,
contempt is coming from my man.
I need to shake my focus,
and have faith in who I am.
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Tag Archives: comfort zone
Moments of clarity…
Smoke f
ills my brain
dulling my senses.
My emotions are null and void.
I’m now able to hear my head speak 
without the interruption from my heart.
Our time has come.
Its been long enough.
A full stop is on standby,
waiting only for my nod.
What keeps stopping me?
