Instability
Rickety slates
The air empty of fate
Sprinting through the heavy doors
Blinded by the darkness
Dizzy spots fill the irises
Blood pressure rises
The boogeyman awaits
The city lights but a flicker in the highrises
There’s no guaranteed lightswitch
There’s no real life insurance
Just forbearance and weighted reassurances
Props, fake tears, knockoff handbags
Rocketships running on empty
Laugh tracks dotting the story
The king sings a song
The kingmaker sells a bridge
The people bite into the ridge
There are no guarantees
There’s no guaranteed lightswitch
There are knots in the sales pitch
It doesn’t matter
Just go ahead
Be
Categories: Poetry, Psychology, women
psychologistmimi 
What a view!
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It was great
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Spectacular written piece and photo!
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love it!
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Thanks! Have a great weekend
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Trump!
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Beautiful sky..! Great shot.!
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thank you for the note! hope you are doing well
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Thank you so much psychologistmimi.! 🍁
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Thank you .! I hope you are doing well too..! 🍁
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