Mitochondria,
research says,
holds the key
to this malaise –
DNA failing to generate
required energy
I push against
facts, strive
to hoist
this stricken body
from the tedious mire –
fail,
plunge,
succumb
await renewal
of momentum,
push again
a hopeless cycle.
(Penned for DVerse’s Quadrille #59, prompt: cycle. Thank you to kim881 for hosting.)
Ground is shifting
below my feet
solid mass
swirling,
dissolving
into gritty
eddies of sand.
Would be a desert
storm if I were not
standing at
water’s edge;
nothing for it
but to leap
take a risk
and fly.
(Interest from pinterest.com)
Friend, you guide
my brain-fogged,
somnambulist limbs –
like a mindless automaton;
I follow, barely registering
movement – grateful for
deliverance into the
fullness of day.
Once, I abhorred
your consistency,
your stifling repetition,
found your dependency
mind-numbing, soulless –
suffocated in your lack
of notoriety – called you
unremarkable.
Undaunted, you persist,
morally unbiased, life-
affirming, ignoring
lethargy’s blood-
sucking hold, lifting
me, comforting,
habitually reliable,
blessed routine.
One Woman's Quest 