Living isn't difficult,
Life is though.
It's not the day-to-day activities that wear you down;
the eating,
and sleeping,
walking,
signing,
dancing,
writing,
reading,
drinking.
It's the big things;
purpose,
meaning,
love,
hate,
passion,
failure,
success,
misery,
fulfillment.
Rolling out of bed in the morning isn't the problem.
Pulling your soul out of the gutter,
after repeated failures and heartbreaks,
when your heart is drowning in misery,
and you can't remember your last lucky bounce,
that's the struggle.
Some people do it better than others,
and some are the walking dead.
An interesting defintion of the ‘walking dead’ perhaps more realistic than we would want to admit…thanks for this gift of poetry.
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