Tentatively waiting for life to stop passing me by.
Always asking the troubling question of why?
Sitting back; waiting, hating and deliberating.
Dropping the ball, starting to fall.
The long trip down.
Sink or drown.
Ups are scarce, hard to find.
Life has no option to rewind.
Time to make the right choice.
Stop being mute and raise my voice.
My name is Jesse, I am a writer. I post both poetry and mental health pieces about my own struggles and journey on my blog here: https://oneregulardad.home.blog/
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