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it’s how I manage
one day to the next,
days become weeks
become months,
making almost five
years of trepidation
in all up to now,
others won’t believe I
think about it every day,
they tell me how lucky
I am, how well I look
lies cloud their eyes,
their invalid sympathy is
the last thing I need,
but then again I’m forced
to consider whether
I also use it too,
honesty usually arrives
in the middle of the night
like a prodigal that you
never thought would
ever come to stay, so we
always argue and fight,
the result being that
any semblance of truth
doesn’t hang around long,
leaving me to gather up
the shards of blame that
have been thrown around
during our all too brief but
recurring scraps,
my stipend for all this is
five pieces of medication
that I stare at cradled in my
palm as another day begins.
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© Graham R Sherwood 11/25
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