Sabotaging thoughts
saturate my head
of swirling scenarios
and outcomes to dread

Ideas launch rafts
into space,
where slammed buttons
reset points in a race

I’m wise, so I’ll prevail
and tough as I endure,
but the rushing tides
make me unsure

I know a few tricks,
and will use them when needed
to keep fresh wounds
dressed if they’re bleeding

An impasse of valor
is met with resolve,
knowing stagnation
is the case when lives stall

I lean on my circle
for banks of support,
investing in allies
I have to afford

A year from this place
could bring laughter of doubts
or regret of decisions
and how they played out