Who me?
Feels like I should be maxing out my output
My potential
Picking up speed
But WAIT!!!
SLAM!!!
Right into a feather mattress disguised as a brick wall.
This feather bed stop sign is right where I’m at
Feeling like Blanche from the golden girls, when she says, “I feel like a Corvette on blocks with the engine revving and nowhere to go.”
So guess what happens next?
I get sick!
Just enough sick for me to feel weak
And
Pay attention
To what my body is trying to tell me
Sigh…
Even exercise is a no go!
Maybe, signs were there before
I mean…
Getting the stop sign
The return of migraines
Trouble staying asleep for someone who could fall asleep standing up in a moving bus
Ok,
Perhaps…I was warned.
Now left without a physical choice
I exhaust my mental capacity
Until finally, I sleep.