It’s a bittersweet awakening, rising
every excruciating day with no effort
on my part, all fatigued and grumpy. A repeated
episode from yesterday and every day before
a cup of tea gets the lengthy day ahead brewing.
It’s a discouraging situation. I’m exhausted,
slaving away endlessly into a wheelchair
retirement, I watch as things remain unchanged
in my circle. Maybe I’m not trying hard enough
and don’t want to admit it, I wallow
in self-pity, as my anxieties increase.