It Has to Happen.

Yoga on the floor,

You have to get up.

I tried.

I’ve done it for years.

But, not in this apartment.

I went down,

Bruised chin scar.

Don’t hesitate,

Get up,

March forward.

Struggle further, until standing.

Heart throbbing,

Lungs heaving.

Had to happen at least once here.

Meditate, drink ice water.

Go to bed calmer.

6am alarm, set.

8 hours for once.

Wake up… to dark for 6am.

Oh! Nope, bladder!

Rush,

Tangle nightgown.

Too late, bend over toilet.

Change.

Had to happen too.

At least I’m not busy, stressed by life.

Good night.

Tomorrow is another day.

Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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