Styrofoam Mountains
By Daisy Dai
Sometimes the hardest thing to do is get out of bed,
pulling the covers back into place,
piling the pillows on top of your comforter,
locking them into place,
making sure there is no way you can get back in to avoid the day.
Sometimes the hardest thing to do is get your heart rate up,
any form of exercise to release the happy endorphins
absent from your bloodstream,
jumping into that pool, putting on those sneakers.
Sometimes simple tasks feel impossible,
picking up that fork,
reading your book,
getting out of the house,
smiling so everyone doesn’t worry,
tricking yourself in the process.
Waking up, putting one foot in front of the other, living—
Sometimes it feels like moving mountains, but you keep pushing,
hoping one day it will turn into styrofoam, and
you can push without wanting to give up.
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