A Few Good Hours (A Poem)
This is where I am at.
I want to have a better quality of life, while alive.
How do I do that?
“Do the work and still die,” is the best I have come up with.
And, this is quite my reality. It’s quite a lot of other people’s reality too!
It takes everything I have, just to recognize the patterns and behaviors that are painful, and that may be holding me back.
And, change?
That is an animal!
What I’ve come to recognize, is that I fight for a few hours of decent functioning every day!
A few “good” hours is all I get.
My mind deceives me, and it has no trouble showing me, just how bad off I currently am!
The energy it requires just to “breathe” amid a chronic illness, is a whole lot more than what “regular” people require.
I am not stuck, I am cursed.
I am cursed with bad genes. I am cursed with a bad life experience.
But, most of what I try is a band-aid. At best!
So, when I die, there will be no more suffering!
And, from day to day, a few “good” hours is all I get.
I just hope, for myself, that when things get to the point that there are no good hours, there’s something conveniently available as an option to put an end to that whole nonsense.
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Yeah. This was written awhile back, but the tenants still hold true… if I cannot live… truly live… what’s the use? A bit dramatic I suppose.
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Dramatic or not, it’s reality.
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Yeah. That’s about right. Have a great day today!
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Same to you!
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