Elusive but a while.

Have  been searching for a mile.

Loosely yet aware.

I get lost in a stare.

Facing life’s changes,

albeit not well.

Afraid I will fail.

A decision to make.

My mind is opaque.

Trust is hard,

I must be on guard.

Too many trials,

escaped with wiles.

The secret to this,

is to follow-up with a kiss.

Major dysfunction,

with a whole lot of gumption.

Try and try again,

never ever giving in.

I lie suspended,

unable to move

because I am winded.

Will take a break

for wellness sake,

and go another round

upon my wake.