Endeavor

Sometimes I lie awake at night

wondering how I manage

to survive the day,

a constant battle

I must say.

Days could be happy other times

crawling around with my face

Paralyzed to the ground dark

and afraid.

The struggles between myself

and reality are so disconnected,

I feel I’ve created and have been

rejected. But why?

All I know is abandonment,

pushed aside like an old rag doll

whose stitching unraveled from time,

that everyone left to be alone inside.