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Oct 2023
The fog begins again,
Circulating through
My living system.
It is grim,
Driven,
Lasting longer than breathing.

Attacking my lungs,
I'm Heaving,
Still living,
Crawling,
Weeping,
Repeating,
It's not leaving.

Grim,
Driven
It crashes through my system,
Leaving me stiffened.

Grieving,
Weeping,
Leaving it's thoughts to deepen
Creeping,
It's not leaving,
But I am breathing.

I am breathing.

Yet so
Grim,
driven,
I am still living.
I am still learning,
I am still winning.
I am still yearning,
All is forgiven.

All is forgiven.

Beginning again,
Head spinning,
So Grim,
Driven,
Yet I am still healing
I am still breathing,

Leaving,
Healing,
Am I still grieving?
Teaching,
Forgiving,
Living,
I am still winning.

I am still winning.
Chelsea Quigley
Written by
Chelsea Quigley  21/F/Waterford
(21/F/Waterford)   
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