I'm Very Good at Not Falling Apart - Feb. 2, 2025

Gary Hunter
Feb 2
1 min read

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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