Promoting My Odd
Afraid that a slip
May render me maimed
I’ll likely lose grip
Of all that I’ve tamed
I’ll wind up behind
With weights on my shoes
Handicapped and blind
There’s too much to lose
I’ll never get back
To being afloat
Once knocked off the track
I’m doomed to demote
I haven’t the strength
When I’m overwhelmed
To go to the length
And be homeward bound
I move in circles
Repeat and repeat
I look like a fool
With worn and sore feet
I fake normalcy
But know I’m a fraud
Hiding my crazy
Promoting my odd
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2022
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