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Leftovers - ORIGINAL POEM

My life is normal, yesterday on repeat,
Unlike the day before, pure chaos,
Now I breathe and feel I can take a rest,
Without guilt eating me alive at most,
Peace used to be rare back in those days,
Always sick, stressed, dependent upon,
With so few hours in my day to spare,
Yet each day felt as though it were too long,
And now I feel like I'm living as others do,
For they are able to live an adequate life,
Not needing to be an eldest daughter,
And all that entails, all the pain and strife,
But I still struggle to sleep at night,
And cry during my days,
As I remember the injustice of it all,
Trying to push through, all the many ways,
All I have to deal with is the pile in my path,
Or the one bunched up in the corner,
Of issues inherited by those I once knew,
As I still grief and become a mourner,
All I have left are my leftovers from before,
But the pile seems to grow day by day,
So I'll tackle as much as I can manage,
Until I find a better way.