When the light reaches through
My heavy-lidded sleep
I lay still a sec or two;
Will I smile today, or weep?
On days of the first
I plan, I work, I do.
An energetic burst;
But days like this are few.
On days that feel the latter
I put on a brave face
I fill my day with chatter,
My effort leaves no trace.
I have thought to reach for aid
But don’t know how to express
How parts of me fade;
How each day is less and less.
Who could know this blight?
Who sees through the smoke?
Who would know I’m not all right?
Who sees I hide behind each joke?
When the light reaches through
My heavy-lidded sleep
My mind get it’s on-cue.
Which mindset will it reap?
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This is so relatable for me. Beautifully written ❤️