Getting To The Finish Line

Woke up feeling bad.

Got up anyway. Made bed,

fed dog, walked dog, fed cats.

Made breakfast, ate, drove to work.

One small step and then another –

sometimes that’s all it takes to feel better.


This entry was posted in poetry.

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