It’s all slowly sinking in
In free fall for a month or two
Hanging by my teeth
It could finally get better now
I could feel like a person again
Less like a walking talking customer service robot
That only goes home to sleep
This cautious optimism that I’ve found is new
This unknown possibility of being okay
I wonder if this is how lucky people feel all the time
I was so ready for a fight that my mind is still in high gear, ready to problem solve
Ready to jump through the many hoops of bureaucracy to get to the funding I should be entitled to
After all I am broken
But this time I didn’t have to fight
How strange to not have to fight
It just…went exactly the way you want these things to work
What?
My mind can’t handle this
Went well?
Holy high hell
The last time we tried to change our life for the better we crashed and burned so hard
2000 poems later
But this time
This time I must have done something right
That’s how it goes right?
If you do something right, good things happen?
Well that’s the way everyone else seems to do it
Maybe I did it right this time
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