The Gift

I’m a broken mess
A wreck
Cracked in half by sinking sand
I can’t do this anymore
Rejection stings as I run out the door
Like a punch in the gut
Or a slap in the face
I’m down, I’m injured
I’m out of this race
And I don’t know if I’ll ever go back
I’m not sure I’m able
I’m not sure I can
Because I make things a hundred times worse
This gift of mine — it’s a blessing and a curse

– Date of writing unknown

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