Bukowski said,
‘What matters most
is how well
you walk through the fire.’
I feel like
I’ve been walking through the fire
for the last
22 years.
Don’t get me wrong,
I am privileged.
I know others
have it worse than me.
But when your mind
is the fire
it becomes harder
to keep walking.
And yet
somehow
I do.
Day by day,
hour by hour,
self-imposed crisis
by self-imposed crisis,
I walk.
If I don’t stop
moving,
I’ll be okay.
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