now for some poetry

now for some poetry...

lately (with the current flare i'm in), i often feel like i'm working through the confusing maze of physical limitations, trying to cling onto something so delicate and fragile (stamina and a sense of well-being). i'm trying to maintain balance and keep my energy levels from falling. here's a poem i wrote a while back when i was in another flare. [not many people besides my family and a couple of close friends from college know that i write poetry]. don't know how good it is so i'll let anyone who reads my diary be the judge. enjoy:

i run in circles, sometimes setting nothing, or something or plenty accomplished
i walk in circles, and stare at things; sunlight rings dancing on the whitewashed floor
dancing, dancing, unseen in the clouds; sensation, relation, superaware; my senses reeled in lazy suspension; falling headlong into silence of necessity and desperation
i cling to a gossamer wing; flying; grasping fragility; and when it crashes i fall

--by emeraldtiger