Some days
I wake up
and I am weak;
knees shaking,
stumbling.
Some days
I run
more than a mile;
breath even,
focusing.
Some days
I struggle
to breathe;
my chest heavy,
heaving.
Most days
I wake up
and I am here;
neither strong nor weak,
living.
Literature & Reality – A Travel and Book Blog All in One
Some days
I wake up
and I am weak;
knees shaking,
stumbling.
Some days
I run
more than a mile;
breath even,
focusing.
Some days
I struggle
to breathe;
my chest heavy,
heaving.
Most days
I wake up
and I am here;
neither strong nor weak,
living.