TYPE A
Like a carney plate spinner...
never resting,
always running
from one whirling disc
to the next...
and the next...
and the next...
never fully keeping
even one turning
perfectly...
eyes darting elsewhere
with each second that
ticks by...
becoming
unfocused,
depleted,
unable to
go on...
until they all
come crashing down
into a life
splintered,
fractured into
myriad irretrieveable
pieces...
Slow down,
make peace with yourself,
and breathe.
The world
won't stop spinning
without you there...
but without you there,
someone else's world
just might
shatter.
K.Tate Jacoby
copyright Jan.14, 2010
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