Living Uneven

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.

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