Mind. Hands.

I feel full of ideas with no follow through.

Everyday, I wonder when I’m going to make a move.

My eyes are filled with tears at the ready.

The pills and the pride keep me from breaking.

I’m not sure how much longer they can keep gripping.

I’m bursting at the seams; my mind is escaping.

It takes all of my power to keep from running.

I long for the days when my hands were shaking.

Now they are so sturdy, so determined.

I have no idea what their next turn is.