I know that with good attitude
sunny outlook glass half full
and a tiny dose of medication
I never break into pieces
at least not yet
when I do fall its more stumble
the bruised parts stay together
maybe some blood and bandage
but far from a lost limb
still I’ll sit with the pain
wonder how it happened
review the scenario that triggered it
usually useless extremely exhausting
though I will add
this poem began with hot tea
now it’s cold
and tastes much better
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