There have been a ton of curve balls lately.
Every time one gets thrown,
I feel like I am going to strike out.
I hope I don't,
this is one game I really don't want to lose.
The prize is too important to me.
But, if I do lose,
then I was meant to.
I won't fight it.
The pitcher is just messing with me,
teasing me,
making me guess.
It's the 3rd swing.
Time to find out if I strike out.
8.12.17
About the Creator
Dani H
I love writing, I tend to write in my more depressing moments but to inspire those that there is always a light at the end of the tunnel. No matter how dark it seems. I wish to inspire people to keep living and their heads up.
Where there's Art there's Heart
Here's a stupid thing: I adore art, but I start to panic whenever I step into a gallery. In the one place I should be at my contented best - surrounded by walls teeming with creative expression - I fall apart. What ought to be an enriching experience, tacitly designed to facilitate the exploration of human empathy and perspective, is for me an overwhelming purgatory of anxiety that compresses me to the point I cannot breathe. At the same time, I experience a sense of extraction, as though my head is being prized open to create a hole so big my sanity could evaporate. Somewhere between these two opposing forces of vice and vortex, I feel myself dissolving in a stream of panic that makes me want to cry; and I feel so daft feeling this way, that all I want to do is run for the hills.
By Caroline Jane6 days ago in Humans
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