Some days
Just a little
Is enough to hang on
A thread of life
To moments
That keep
The blood pumping
Some days
It just stops
In drools of
Fear and dread
Nothing to hang on
Only involuntary breath
Some days
You just exist
Happy face
A desolated soul
A mind hovering
Every emptiness
Of questionable existence
Some days
I am just a girl
Enjoying the sunset
Out of my
Kitchen window
And I breathe
Voluntarily
To hang on…
By Rtr. Thiruni Withana
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