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Trauma or Joy.

Either and both

may be passed along.

Knowingly or Unknowingly.

Our mistakes haunt us.

Our love connects us.

Prince or pauper

we are all human

and all deserve being here.

Sleep.

Sleep in.

Wake up.

Waking up.

Breakfast and Coffee.

Choking not recommended.

And of we go to the rest of the day.

Filler.

Goes up to full.

But is it full of filler

or a filler that is full?

Phone calls done.

Food provided.

Coffee still desired.

Cleaning the house?

I wonder how long I can go

before it becomes critical?

When the world closes in on me

As I try to get things done.

Yet motivation is lacking

And I find myself drifting aimlessly.

The desire to finish through to the end

usually fails halfway through.

Am I lazy?

No.

But I am depressed.

If I do not talk to you for a year

I will try to call on Christmas.

You are my Family

and even if we are far apart

I want you to know I am still here!

Is it evil to wash someone’s clothes

just so they can not go home?

In this frigid weather

it might just be the logical choice.

Is a weekly chore.

Or should be.

Not a monthly or daily chore.

Unless you live alone

or have children who like to make messes.

We walk a mile.

Turn to the road.

Leaves crunch underfoot.

A plastic bag caught in a tree.

We refuse to leave it behind.

Nature needs no man made litter.

We walk upon this earth.

Leave only footsteps behind.

You don’t mean to let it bother you.

Yet it won’t leave your mind.

It revolves around and around

On the same track

Worn down by the repeated worries.

If only getting out of the rut was as easy as identifying that one is there.