Choose to Fight

Wed, 10/19/2016 - 18:26 -- Mack2

So many things to wake up to.

The smell of coffee,

that new book to read.

 

These two things may be a factor for you;

Crawling out of bed.

But those aren't reasons for me.

 

My brain is wired differently, you see.

It's riddled with anxiety and depression.

So each day is a struggle.

Each day I search for something,

Something to hope for.

 

In the end, it's a fight each morning.

But I choose to hope,

I choose to live for another day.

This poem is about: 
Me

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