light diffused through thin curtains
muscles burn, bone weary
not-even twilight
as I wait for sleep
just another day
just another way
in which I struggle
to live
fully, widely
foolishly hoping
for respite
endlessly pushing onward
towards some invisible goal
because that’s just what you do, right?
just keep moving
until moving is no longer an option
Just keep moving – yes, as long as possible. Stopping seizes everything up and moving then gets harder. I love your poem. 🙂
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