You'd think
when there is no catastrophe
stamina would grow
and be stored away
Instead
will is chipped at so slowly
by the same days lived
all over and over and over again
that the ability to function calmly
becomes a lost art
and a misplaced key
turns into a cruel joke by the universe
and you forget
your own strength
begin to wonder
if you ever had any
until
you can not feel yourself
find yourself
because you are lost
in the rooms of your apartment
forever roaming
just out of sight
10-May-2024
Tressa Lee Breen
Day 83 of 100 #The100DayProject2024
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