Sometimes I feel like I am digging through a mountain, my only tool a spoon.
Sometimes I feel as if I am breathing through a gall soaked sponge
Sometimes just putting one foot in front of the other is hampered by the leaden weight of my cares
Some days, so often, my heart feels as if it is a stone in my shoe
Some days, my mind races as if dreaming in NASCAR
Some days, I wish I wasn't here in this place of torment
and other days I just continue digging
with my spoon.
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