i angle my head to the left <br />and focus in real close <br />narrow the size of my pupils <br />to get a closer look <br />in my peripheral i can see my chest <br />go up and down heaving <br />and my jaw is clinched tight <br />suddenly my inhale is short and fast <br />am i panting? <br />then i feel water trickle down my face <br />am i sweating? <br />my temperature is rising <br />my hands won't remain steady <br />beads of sweat blind me <br />and now my sight is stinging <br />and my vision is blurry <br />with no shapes jus colors <br />i wipe it away to sustain <br />and a sense of shock moves <br />through my nerves <br />and as soon as i began to make <br />my journey over <br />a tear dropp escaped from <br />from the pores on my head <br />to the crease of my lid <br />and in my eye <br />i trip over a sidewalk <br />damn these beads of sweat <br />i wiped my forehead <br />to reframe from this disability <br />un not being able to see <br />then reality had the <br />audacity to kick me <br />and now i wish i was blind <br />its when ur doing so good <br />that karma kisses u <br />so slowly with ruff lips <br />and a dry tongue <br />and razor sharp teeth <br />and suddenly <br />being alone doesnt seem so bad<br /><br />jasmine margetson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-strength-that-makes-me-weak/
