Some days I’m happy, but then I wake up to this
murky feeling, tugging on the apex of my struggling heart,
telling me that I don’t
deserve it.
The blood rushing out of my carotids
warming my neck all while carrying this
algesic discomfort
congesting my airways.
But what can I do?
Simply swallow this familiar feeling because
I’ll be damned if I let go of my
pride so instead I push this familiar feeling back,
down to the apex of my heart.
Because that is who I grew up to be.