(And)

I wish I could tell you how hard it was to

Get out of bed

Walk across the room

Take a shower

Start the coffee.

I wish there was a reason that sometimes

Everything hurts

There’s not enough air.

I wish I could deal with these days

Without feeling guilty for my weakness or

Hate for myself.

I wish I could tell you that it’s all physical

Or all emotional and

I know how to fix it and

Am fixing it every day.