Life isn’t fair.
I feel as though I’ve been dragged
to the ground,
spitting blood,
and sometimes I don’t feel like
getting back up again.
Sometimes,
I can’t get up.
I struggle so hard,
and life struggles back
snapping my legs
making me worse off than before.
So I then crawl on
fast as possible on my spindly arms
dragging on and never slowing
lest life move on
without me.