Sometimes
I burn a little inside,
The pain
It strikes me, dives right into my core
I smile a little shakily
Talk a little less
So that others don't fear my sadness, offer sympathy on a platter
Sometimes
I need 8 coffee's
Just to start my day
I can't get up with a spring in my step or just pass the time away
My shoulders are tight
My limbs are heavy
I just want to get on with my day
Sometimes
I try with all my might
Still fragile
With a flicker of hope to make it through today
May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 8:09 AM UTC
Sometimes
I burn a little inside,
The pain
It strikes me, dives right into my core
I smile a little shakily
Talk a little less
So that others don't fear my sadness, offer sympathy on a platter
Sometimes
I need 8 coffee's
Just to start my day
I can't get up with a spring in my step or just pass the time away
My shoulders are tight
My limbs are heavy
I just want to get on with my day
Sometimes
I try with all my might
Still fragile
With a flicker of hope to make it through today
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