Creative Practice Day 42

Small steps seem hardest it would be so much easier to throw myself wheeling into the void hoping for death or change death or change
  but instead I must take tiny bites like a child learning to eat who chokes on the tiniest morsel
  to live your whole life as one who is learning to walk on new legs feeling like every muscle you have is wrong is a wretched place to live stagnant stagnant
  stagnant
  feels like a damning curse echoing down down
  down into my soul
  "...We don't know why some people are so weak..." ~A man named Oma