My body is bent and broken into the shape of a dollar sign.
My hands ache from a hard nights work.
I will work until I can not anymore.
I can not afford the choice of quitting.
This is my battle to win.
Just one of many.
I'm losing all the rest but this one is mine.
august 15 2019
at this time I was not taking any sort of care of my mental health. I was giving in to how I felt in my head which caused me to neglect my body as well. I wrote this to try and convince myself that I was doing my best when I was not.
March 29th 2020
2020 me was just harsh lol I was doing my best. Maybe I was neglecting myself but I didnt know how to do better. I was doing my best and often times I still feel like this poem. Tired and burnt out from working and being sick all the time. May 14 2023
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Stone Fox Diary
No FicciónPoetry thoughts and ramblings dating back to at least 2019. This is a journal that builds on itself as time goes by. Every now and then I come back, read what I've written before and make comments about it. Sometimes I just comment on what's written...
