somehow,
despite all of this,
whether i'm in alcoholics anyonymous,
or in a prison cell, or in the next life,
or confined in the psych ward again,
or being raped the next time,
or being torched on social media for being a monster,
or staying in bed because i'm too tired and sad to get through another day,
or i'm being celebrated at a banquet for all that i've managed to create,
despite everything that has happened to me,
and everything that still might come,
despite all of this,
even through the cold loneliness of a broken tomorrow,
i still keep showing up.
despite all of this,
whether i'm in alcoholics anyonymous,
or in a prison cell, or in the next life,
or confined in the psych ward again,
or being raped the next time,
or being torched on social media for being a monster,
or staying in bed because i'm too tired and sad to get through another day,
or i'm being celebrated at a banquet for all that i've managed to create,
despite everything that has happened to me,
and everything that still might come,
despite all of this,
even through the cold loneliness of a broken tomorrow,
i still keep showing up.
Context:
I think this speaks for itself.
another trust crisis #15 by Lyra McMahon