I’m tired, uninspired,
have nothing to say.
Why should I laboriously type
some message of hope I have to force
just because I promised 294 days ago
to do it each day?
My hand is throbbing. Oops.
Not enough pain pills means
too few antibiotics.
It’s all perspective.
I’m loved, cared for, worried about.
I’m love enough to be prodded
toward right action my family,
my friends, by HP.
Had I not started this
I’d have ended the day
more pills behind.
I need to meditate again,
welcome healing to my body.
I needed to do a Tenth Step,
to review the day,
find perspective,
recover. I’m glad I bothered,
glad I’ve bothered 295 days
day by day.