Coping poem
cyanLion000
January 4th, 2023
Tired again. No more movement again.
Just recovery. A body in bed,
A mind in exile, a soul in nursery.
No need to be bold. No way to bolt.
It catches up with me
And puts me in a stranglehold.
Just hoping for solace,
Energy and life and essence
Balanced
In some shady eternity.
MistyMagic
January 5th, 2023
@cyanLion000 That is lovely, nicely written, but also very sad.
Listening - One Step At A Time!
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gentleRainbow000
January 5th, 2023
Thank you, @MistyMagic, your comment helped me cry ...
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