there are days
when I should
have listened to
my intuition
to stay curled up
head upon a cushion
squeezed into a little ball
cat curled too in the crook
of my bended knees
warm and comfy
as you please
and yet I summoned
all my fortitude
and rise to fall
and wonder why
I rose at all
tomorrow is
another day
and maybe it will
go another way
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