Down go the bags under my eyes
down goes the hope to uncover my body from these sheets
some days are darker than others,
some moments full of comparison for a downward spiral that you find
only yourself in:
The parts of you
you wish you could be, the parts of you
you wish you wouldn't be
in the stillness
you find
Up goes the curve of a smile
Up goes the strength inside
when your muscles can't hold the reins
Up goes the count of the days passing by your bedside.
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