Today was hard.
That little hard.
The little things,
Not big things, hard.
I'm exhausted,
Was pushed throughout the day.
And it absolutely,
Did not go my way.
So yes, today was hard,
But just that little hard.
It was little things,
Not big things, hard.
So although I'm battered,
And a little bruised,
A wet rag that's been overused,
I'm still grateful,
Still holding on.
Sometimes bending,
Is the way to stay strong.
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