Homegrown in a Cyclone
alone in a cycle
I was homegrown in a cyclone, simple straight lines to abide by, but I don’t know where they go.
Alone in a cycle, building me up pushing my luck, breaking back down so low.
I don’t know where I am now, but I don’t think that I care.
So long since I’ve seen the ground, it’s hard to trust it’s still there.
Lost hope on a bank note, typewriter tears, tap into my fears that I can’t hold out.
Alone on a tightrope, holding my breath, give my best guess how to get ‘round self-doubt.
I don’t know where I am now, but I'm to tired to be scared.
So long since I’ve seen the ground, it might as well not be there.
About the Creator
Jenna Sedi
What I lack in serotonin I more than make up for in self-deprecating humor.
Zoo designer who's eyeballs need a hobby unrelated to computer work... so she writes on her laptop.
Passionate about conservation and sustainability.
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