Finding your Feet

You get up.

You don’t want to but
You do, partly because your
Mothers in the next room, partly
Because you’ve things to do, partly
Because your sister needs you to fix
The code to the internet, trust her to
Forget again, partly because there is no war
Without fight and you want to claim that
You tried, partly because there’s only so

Much night you can take, partly because
Of the things you can make from this, partly
Because of all the times you’d resist the day
Partly because you’re sick of fading away,
Partly because living isn’t living unless you’re
Alive, partly because you want to be alive,
Partly because you want to thrive and breathe
And laugh and love and hurt and be. And be
Happy. So you get up. And you stay up.


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