bending or breaking

I keep wondering
when I will break.
Surely I can’t
keep bending;
I don’t even
do yoga.
But nothing has
done it yet.

I’ve started to
recognize that maybe
it’s not healthy,
that I have subsumed
happiness along with pain
till the days
string along in
a grey haze.

But I’m still here.
That has to count
for something.

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