Life’s path, shaky.
Edges contort with uncertainty.
Mistaking vertigo for safety,
Due to its familiarity.
One step at a time, mere cliche.
Each step is taken with sway,
Time is set on perpetual replay.
No forward progression, continual delay.
Eyes half open for fear of the truth.
Masked reality with everything to prove.
Lucid while dreaming, collecting real wounds.
Questioning the concept of being bulletproof.
©2017 Elizabeth Dianne Allee
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Staring into a cloudy mirror,
The steam of life’s warm tears in her eyes.
Unable to see herself anymore,
And she can’t remember why…