Perhaps.

Perhaps


by james bezerra



The stress monster lives in my neck

and down in my back.

It makes my muscles tight and taut,

puts skinny fingers in my brain

which make it hard to begin

each new day.

But each day I do find a way

to clear my head

and get out of bed

and to myself I say,

“Perhaps today will be a better day.”

 
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