Fortitude (or getting by when you can’t get up)

 

I have been wrestling these particular dragons for years now. So it shouldn’t surprise me when I get burned, just a bit around the edges. 

When the weight of walking with no air in my lungs becomes to much…for at least a moment…or five…or ten. 

I walk sideways through this world, holding my breath, both real and metaphorical 

Waiting for a day that will never come

A Sun that will never shine

A dream never quite realized

I walk sideways through this world, with hands over ears

Humming 

Hoping aimlessly for a little grace 

Or understanding

Or maybe just enough room in my own heart 

To remember how to breathe

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