A/N: Hey guys, back again, here ya go:
Off beat
Off rhythm
Off the edge of the sidewalk in one step
.
Off rhyme
Off schedule
Off two inches to the left
.
Off road
Head titled to the side
Off mark, off point,
That's the state of her life
.
She wakes up one day and the world has a filter,
So slight, so close, that she doesn't even notice until things start going off kilter.
Not enough to make things too bad,
But just enough to put her off track.
So that the days that went by were just a little too much or a little too little,
Off beat, missing a step, and forgetting lines that were so simple.
Off rhythm, off rhyme, enough for the words not to fit,
So each sentence after was only close to the one before,
Or even still, just straight up quit,
On making things flow,
Because life wasn't ebbing anyway,
Why bother with it?
.
So she continues on her sideways world,
And hopes somehow she can straighten things up.
She doesn't know when everything changed,
Or even what caused the tilt.
Maybe it was the pit in her stomach,
The unsatisfying feeling that followed her everywhere,
Never feeling like she could match,
The great that had been done out there
.
Maybe it's the path she can't seem to find,
The road ahead that's covered in fog,
Made from her uncertainty about life
.
But even still, what may explain it all,
Is that she's lost her way,
Even to herself.
And though she doesn't know how to get there,
She keeps moving along,
Handling herself with care,
In hopes it'll make her strong
.
And then one day she wakes and the world is back,
So slight, so close, she doesn't even notice until things get back on track.
She wonders then what caused this change,
Back on beat, with a bounce to her step, she was back once again.
But why now did the world seem upright,
Back on rhythm, back on rhyme.
And what she doesn't know,
Is that it was her all this time,
And all she needed to do,
Was tilt her head back two inches to the right.
A/N: Welcome back to another stretching of the title of this series, though you can call it self-love and then it fits. But I do tend to have chapters on the Semantics of Life and this one was just so true to this month for me that I felt the need to write it. Because ultimately this series is still a sort of pet project that is ultimately a place for me to just get out my thoughts.
But anyway, I hope you enjoyed this nonetheless and if anyone can relate to this, I feel you, and hang in there, it'll get better. Sometimes, as is the case in the poem, it's a matter of perspective and if you can change that things already start looking better.
I'll see in you in February with more Percabeth oriented chapters!
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