This is not a good day.
My lungs cannot draw
A full breath.
My eyes burn.
My arms and legs
Are rubber.
My brain is muddled
And powerless
To think clearly.
My body is on fire
And my pain levels are
High.
This is not a good day.
But it is a day
And I have the ability
To make it
All I can
In order to effect change
That tomorrow
May be a better day
And the day after that
A good day.
I admit
This is not a good day.
But I am above ground
And today is my day.
Tuesday, August 25, 2015
Today
Posted by The Dashboard Poet at Tuesday, August 25, 2015
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