Painful to see
how compulsively
I’ve driven myself,
mercilessly.
Sadness in knowing,
allow gradual titration,
from depths of despair,
a positive disintegration.
Squeezing myself
through the eye of a needle.
Stretched far too thin,
a torture unimaginable.
Like wearing a mask
while perpetually juggling.
Too many balls in the air,
always compartmentalizing.
Trying to maintain
some semblance of calm.
Always striving for peace,
no matter the harm.
A balancing act,
with a million moving parts.
Illusion of control,
run by my head not my heart.
Now that I see,
it’s clearly visible to me,
I have the choice
to behave differently.
Ease up on the gas,
put an end to this circus.
Fully present in every moment,
fulfilling my purpose.
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To The Core 