The days are so uncertain, yet, I am excited for what is to come,
Fingertips no longer sore, blistered and bloodied; trying to hold on.
Dramatic states passed before, there isn’t much that can shock,
I tread softly now, soles of my feet crushed velvet, barefoot, no socks.
I just stopped reaching, Carpal Tunnel took its toll,
Repetitive, negative syndrome, disabling beast, way out of control.
Fired shots from narcissists, I dodged their repellent game,
They tried and failed pathetically, altruism, they missed their aim.
© Michelle Sotiriou 2021