"Just hold on and pray for
a better tomorrow." --
Too common a sentiment
thrown around when all you
do is face the same tomorrow.
I stay in bed as long as possible
only to leave when the need for
the bathroom or food exceeds
my need for warmth.
I watch the same videos and shows
rather than participate in societal niceties.
I force myself to put on an act of being
active and marginally healthy by doing
an hour of exercise.
Music helps. Makes it palatable.
I go home and put on the same
shapeless pajamas I've been wearing
for the past week.
I cook and make enough to space it out
for the next couple of days.
I return to bed and wait for my husband to
come home.
Rinse and repeat.
"Just hold on and pray for
a better tomorrow" ...
Why? It's all the same.
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Caffeine and Me
PoetryA collection of poetry ranging from brain farts to exploring why I bother getting up in the morning. Most likely there is some form of caffeine to keep me awake (or alert) enough to type my thoughts out regarding my depression, struggles within my d...
