Day 2

Second day

Dodging

what's hurled

From inside

I survived

Another

Day

Far

From perfect

But perfect

Is a goal...

To exercise the soul.

For the day,

When its done,

What I did,

I now do.

Not for you,

But for me,

And you...

In a way.

More than one way.

But today,

I'm thankful

I stayed

On course

As best I could...

Far from perfect. 

Midnights

Midnights still wear me down.

Stomach unsettled. 

Mind fuzzy.

Eyes tired.

A steady hum

Reverberates

And I struggle

Listening

To others talk. 

Forced to be surrounded

By monitors

Shuffling

Trying to find

A comfortable

Position. 

My body aches

From lack of motion.

In my stomach

Is a commotion

My shit schedule

Is

Out of wack.

Been working shift work

Over 10 years

And I still

Can't find a rhythm.