The Sadness of Things
I'm woozy with the uncertainties of life.
I'm staggering back and forth,
slamming into one wall and then another.
I cling to a banister
wondering how it can be
that I'm even alive.
Bitter to be still living.
Grateful to have survived so long.
Copyright © Jessica Amanda Salmonson | Year Posted 2019
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