The Strength That Makes Me Weak Poem by jasmine margetson

i angle my head to the left
and focus in real close
narrow the size of my pupils
to get a closer look
in my peripheral i can see my chest
go up and down heaving
and my jaw is clinched tight
suddenly my inhale is short and fast
am i panting?
then i feel water trickle down my face
am i sweating?
my temperature is rising
my hands won't remain steady
beads of sweat blind me
and now my sight is stinging
and my vision is blurry
with no shapes jus colors
i wipe it away to sustain
and a sense of shock moves
through my nerves
and as soon as i began to make
my journey over
a tear dropp escaped from
from the pores on my head
to the crease of my lid
and in my eye
i trip over a sidewalk
damn these beads of sweat
i wiped my forehead
to reframe from this disability
un not being able to see
then reality had the
audacity to kick me
and now i wish i was blind
its when ur doing so good
that karma kisses u
so slowly with ruff lips
and a dry tongue
and razor sharp teeth
and suddenly
being alone doesnt seem so bad