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I need to live a day
Without my mind dragging me
To that same dark corner
Where everything ends too soon.
I need to live a day
Without feeling like a weight
That everyone is tired of carrying
But too kind to drop.
I need to live a day
Without asking God
Why He shaped me like this
Half-broken, half-breathing.
I need to live a day
Without questioning my own birth,
Like I was a mistake
That somehow learned to walk.
I need to live a day
Without wondering
If anyone is truly happy
That I still exist.
I need to live a day
Where my smile doesn’t hurt,
Where it doesn’t crack
The moment I’m alone.
I need to live a day
With a quiet inside my chest,
Not this storm that keeps saying
“You are not enough… you are not enough…”
I need to live a day
Knowing…just knowing…
That maybe, somewhere,
Someone is a little proud of me.
But that world feels like utopia,
Far away, untouched, unreal
A place my dreams visit
But my life never reaches.
Because my life…
It feels already written
A story carved in pain,
A road filled with stones and thorns
That I must walk barefoot.
And I am tired.
Tired of bleeding quietly,
Tired of pretending strength
When even breathing feels heavy.
Still…
Somewhere inside this broken chest
There is a small, stubborn wish
To survive.
Not for greatness,
Not for dreams too big
Just to live a small, simple life
That doesn’t hurt this much.
But if even that is too much to ask…
If even that is not meant for me..
Then tell me,
Why should the world keep spending
Its light and energy
On someone like me?
Why should I stay
If I only feel like a loss?
And yet…
I am still here,
Writing this,
Breathing this,
Living this…
Hoping,
Somehow,
For just one day.
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 2:26 PM UTC
I wake to fairy bells and even breathing beside me.
The sun looks groggy, and steal its face as I rinse my own.
Quiet tiptoes pirouette through the kitchen,
silent hands pack lunch in glass boxes.
With three kisses goodbye, and the twist of a lock,
I spend the day in this little box.
I have the freedom to do anything in this luxurious cage.
Whatever my heart desires
is at my fingertips.
Fingertips move with a technical grace,
finding the image in the wood to trace.
Sitting at a laptop, typing away,
hoping to feel pride of the self one day.
The sun sits high and now so am I;
as I bake breads and cookies at 375.
I’ve cleaned up Hot Wheels nine times today,
but they're all out again,
as I watch the boys play.
Evening comes, and love comes home.
Dinner and a movie, a nightly routine.
A few hours with my brother
is better for us both than it seems.
The stars lay glistening
as I lay listening
to the thuds in the chest
that I memorized long ago.
A few Hail Marys lull me,
as I hear the next day call me.
Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 12:37 PM UTC
a day in your courts is better than a thousand years outside , i would rather be a door keeper in the house of my lord , than dwell in the tents of the wicked .
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 11:15 PM UTC
A day without the Sun,
there will be no light,
there will be no hope
A day without the Moon,
there will be no darkness,
there will be no rabbit
A day without People,
there will be no happiness,
there will be no love
A day without Animals,
there will be no happiness,
there will be no cuteness
A day without Money,
there will be no joy,
as there was no joy
A day without Me?
there will be no world,
as there was no world
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 9:39 AM UTC