I felt depression sinking in again
a cold white sheet
comfortable.
Like how your bed feels so good.
But think of how much better
getting up and living your life feels.
Like I'm in a battle
against what my body wants to do and what I know I need to do to survive.
Live.
Goosebumps don't feel good anymore.
UP, not down, up.
9/25/2016
Riley Welch
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