My weak, frail body
moves slowly around my house,
legs trembling, back bent,
fingers grazing walls for support.
Dizziness settles in my head,
a fog I can’t quite clear,
but still I carry on
with a million tasks pressing down on me.
Each day is something to survive,
not live.
Because explaining how I feel
is harder
than just
living through it.
©️Her Poetic Journey
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