poemetry

2020-8-25

i don’t expect
to wake each morning
(any morning)
with a happy smile
on my face;
i mean,
why would i?
look at my damn life.
but this morning
i could feel
the look
of grim determination
on my face.
i am tired
of starting each day
by fighting back
to a place
where i feel okay
being alive.
this morning,
by god,
i was going to
start
with feeling okay.
nothing more,
nothing less.
i’ll take my victories
however i can get them,
no matter how small,
no matter how fleeting.

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