What Am I These Days?

What am I these days?

Surviving, living, existing, resisting, fighting

Not fleeing

Wielding, yielding, unsettling, wistful not always blissful

Yet alive

Pain is inevitable yet, bearable

Or so it seems

What of life, of strife and not such a gloomy view

Yet reality is askew

Nowhere is there much sanity but was there ever any?

I don’t think so

It matters not, not anymore

For now what matters is consistent commitment and a dose of grit

To lighten the journey with a graze of wit

Ah what of life, this arduous meandering path of tumultuous emotions

Now I just want peace, contentment and acceptance

Of myself, by myself and for myself

Sigh and Lol

Fingers crossed and a face with a smile

Will keep me going, at least for a while

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