Utterly
Utterly helpless sometimes I feel
and utterly sad for no remedy found
to fix my conditions which seem so surreal.
I’m utterly stymied and tied to the ground.
Utterly thankful, however, am I,
for what gives me joy and for friendships that thrive.
Though utterly hopeless . . . I’m still getting by
and utterly happy for being alive!
Nov. 14, 2021
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2021
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