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MORNINGS
My eyes open and I quickly know,
In just what direction
This day will go.

I immediately begin to question,
What did I do?
Did I do anything different?
Do I lay here?
Or “Push-Through”?

Some mornings its lead,
My body is filled with.
Other days water,
The only description I’m feeling.

I look at the clock,
It’s already noon.
But my eyelids are heavy,
I know they’ll close soon.

My inner frustration,
I need to get up!
So many things,
That have to be done!

I’m needed by everyone.
I’m “mommy” and “wife”!
But this Chronic Condition,
makes the rules in my life.

This is not what I envisioned
Not the way it should go.
My mind drifts back to
all my life goals.

I would be the best
At all that I do!
Not have to depend on
My family, and friends too.

I feel guilty.
I don’t want to ask,
For help with just
The simplest of tasks.

But I no longer get
To make those decisions.
It’s this body of mine,
with it’s Chronic Condition.

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