Poem

Sometimes

I wake up

and realize where I am

and who I am

and who I could be

if I tried.

Then I become frustrated.

But I live on anyway.

because…

Before I woke up

I dreampt…

of what I could be,

and how glorious that would be

to be like that,

then I get hopeful

and I live on.

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