As soon as I woke,
anxiety took,
ahold of my soul and it SQUEEZED.
The breath left my lungs,
a few tears met my eyes,
I laid in my bed and just cringed.
I forced myself slowly
to rise and survey,
the sun as it danced through the glass.
I thought to myself:
"every day that has be so thus far,
is now past".
I didn't feel better.
Not really, at all.
I just forced myself to move on.
Though things are bleak,
I will stand on my feet,
and march on along through the day.
My heart it is heavy,
my eyes they are weary,
I'm tired and sick and I'm sad.
Yet I know one day
if I just move along
I will reach the times that aren't so bad.
