As the days get by,
The harder I have to try to get through it.
As I start to keep my head up,
Push through the weeks.
I kept thinking to myself,
What is there to look up upon?
When my eyes are blurred with tears of sorrow and doubt as I walk down the pathway home.
When my soul aches,
Yearning for some meaning to this life and not a living cycle of dread.
It’s the imposition that I never cared I’d be burdened by.
Tears starts dripping out of my quenching eyes,
Streaming down my tired cheeks.
I forced a smile through my curvy lips,
Who is tired of always repeating,
“I am alright”, to convince my weary soul.
I took a deep breath and said, “maybe today, I might genuinely believe that I am alright”.
My feet took another hopeful step,
And a voice in my unwired head softly whispered,
“One Day at A Time”.
That is how we get by.
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