Maybe it’s the innate quality
of pushing myself
to the limit,
Testing how far I can go
and acting surprised
when I hurl myself
Over the edge.
Maybe because I think
it’s okay
to hurt myself
in the name of… what?
Maybe life
is more than I can know.
More than skewed and odd pieces
haphazardly arranged
trying to fit together
trying to make sense
when maybe it doesn’t have to.