whirling, twirling,
swirling wind
blows me here to there
tumbling, drifting
whatever way it takes me
exhausted, thrown around, tossed about
like a rag doll
waiting for the next ride
When I left school today I was Monday, time-change, still sick, teacher tired. This time of the year is hard and long and draining, but tomorrow is a new day and I will start again like the rag doll who gets picked up by it's child.
I can feel the twist, turns, and pulls of this feeling. Monday tired is always draining. Time-change week? Ugh, no thanks.
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