Birth plan.

I totally support the making of a birth plan. Researching, discussing and writing out your wishes regarding your birth experience is empowering and helps to ensure that you get the best experience you can. However, if you're going to post your birth plan on the door of your room for all the labor nurses to read, and you're going to do the research enough to refuse a specific drug (that actually has excellent evidence that supports its routine use) please research enough that you don't get the name of the drug entirely wrong.

That is all.

One jump.

"One step/ahead of the bread line.."
"One jump..."
Leap of faith, taken small steps at a time.
Can I swallow this red pill
One makes you taller, one makes you
More aware of your boundaries, bound lies, bounding bonding leaping longing
They're small, can I have two, thanks?
Keep it fair, keep it together, keep it all wound up
Chasing my tail down another twisting rabbit hole
Butterflies and bunnies, all the way
Rewriting the story, changing the script as we muddle through
Another muggle-bucking dilemma.
I know it isn't this easy, but nothing's ever simple nor easy and
If for no other reason than to do one thing every day that frightens me
I continue.
If for no other reason than to occupy every single second of my short run here with something
very, very interesting.
I'm very, very interested.
I'm so much smarter and more interesting on paper than I am in real life.
It's really that I test well. That and the DLN have gotten me just about everything,
I am charming, I am cute, I am Jack's unending curiosity and zest for life.
Thank you, sir, may I have another?

Reset.

Gave in, again.

Just couldn't hold out any longer.

Bowing down, breaking down, time to start the clock over again.

Still there, thanks for the reminder.

Still a little sick, still a little down, build my house again one stick at a time.

Huff and puff one-two-three

It breaks so easy, so fast and I'm back in that space again.

Outer fucking space,

Keep my composure, keep my head up, keep trying.

Someday I'll win this game.

One day, one battle at a time, "no-one knows what a struggle it's been lately"

One breath at a time, I keep moving.

Maybe today, I'll even dance.

All Wrong.

Hold on, maybe you've got it wrong,
Baby maybe you've got it all wrong
Got me wrong, done me wrong
Pulling me six ways from Sunday,
Never think, never do, never sting again
Guilt and shame and open eyes, wide and shut and rolling
Maybe you've never called me baby, I've chased you long and hard
Far and wide, up and down
Can you save me, temptress?
Can you save my soul, before it's too far gone, before
Nothing can be done.
If you win, have I really lost? Am I really too far gone?

Sing to me.
Tell me a sweet story about a boy and a girl and how he left
Her bleeding, broken and hardly whole
Sing me to sweet sleep, steel violin
Stealing me, stealing what wasn't ever really mine
Who can claim what's thrown away?
One man's trash, another's tarnished treasure?
Kept in a dusty box, shown off as a Sultan's jewel or a pickled punk.
There's a bitter taste in my mouth, why so sour?
You've got the solution, the fix, my medicine.
But you've got me wrong, I'm bigger than that.
Little beggar, but I'm better than that.
Bittersweet ending, play my heart's strings all you want, but I'm not
Yours.
I'm not.
You've got me wrong.