*flick*

And there it goes again: the wobbling doll that is my mind.
It can’t wait to kiss the ground, but not for long.
Up it shoots, only to kiss the ground again on the other side.
On and on it goes until it settles around the upright with just a slight tremor.
Finally, the position of peace and stability it was striving for all the while.
And all looks calm and stable at last.

*flick*

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poetry and artwork by Tom