I Live Here

 

I live here

in the pain and sadness

of triumphs then tragedies,

of broken dreams

and shattered expectations.

I live here

pushing through to the next

perceived bright spot

which may or may not be

what I expected it to be.

I live here

driving to Starbucks

on a rainy Saturday morning

in search of respite or rush 

to keep it together.

I live here 

wishing so much 

did not depend on me

and my feeble efforts

to be strong and true.

I live here, but I live.

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