Musings on Life from a Dead Girl

This Is Her Trying

I found myself wondering why she doesn't try.

Why she never gets off the couch or out of bed.

Why she doesn't try if not for herself, than for us.

Then I realized something.

Maybe this is her trying.

Maybe this is what survival for her looks like.

Maybe lying there, sleeping off the pain is the only way she can make it.

Maybe this is what she's come to.

Maybe even this is a battle for her.

Maybe this is her way of trying.

Of fighting to stay for us.

Absent but present.

Maybe this is her trying.