Waking each morning a little more thin
I battle with despondency and peel myself apart
Staring at the reflection in the mirror
Thing
And wonder where I start
My day laying out before me, quickly drifts away
No real thought or means for it
There’s no anchor
No rules in play
The only rule is to survive
Relinquished is the will to thrive
Occasional smiles break through
Nods to humanity trying to get you
To understand me
To see.
Admit I’m blind too.
Perspective is such
And much
I see it all
My fall
I stopped believing I could win
I came to the end of the line
The longer I struggle
The more I am trapped
Running fox to a hole
I’ve little or no direction to go
Hunted, I hide
Back against the wall.
The End
Samantha “unextraordinarybint” Harris
Samantha Harris wrote this the day after she got her latest results of her lung function tests – which she knew weren’t going to be great but it’s still hard for her to adjust.
Samantha is grateful for all the things she does have but is human and still struggles with what’s coming and what she deals with. Perhaps other people can relate? She hopes so, as she feels incredibly selfish when she feels like this.
Everyone has pain but some are unable to escape it – for whatever reason.
24th September 2019
