Some mornings,the weight is there
before you eyes open.
No reason.
Just gravity,but deeper.

You move because you must.
Not because feels possible.

The coffee is bitter.
The mirror doesn't lie,
but it doesn't help either.

People ask how you are
as if the answer matters.
You lie
because the truth would make them
uncomfortable.

You show up.
You get through.
You go home.

The silence is loud.
The bed is not rest.
Sleep is a negotiation
you don't always win.

And still-
somehow-
you wake up again.
Not out of hope.
Not out of strength.
Just because you do.