The Weight of Mo(u)rning

They say life is worthwhile. But like the $4 chip bag I open to find ¾ full, I feel cheated and the defeated look on the mirror’s face only reinforces that weight on my chest when I’m trying to get out of bed in the morning.
I take the little white pill from the bottle with the doctor’s scrawl and tell myself bulk up. crawl if you must lift that weight don’t let yourself be fated into thinking you can’t.
On the list you’ve written of impossible things; like wedding rings and an unbroken family. like chicken wings with a thigh gap, like good government, and the Maple Leafs finally winning the Cup –please, don’t add “living” to the list …because I’ve seen that you can.
You can.
You can smile isolated individuals into heartfelt conversation. You can hold a world of pain, lift the earth from Atlas himself and walk. You can fell a tree to heat your home and plant one to be a home for others. You can gain understanding, engrain truths, and maintain a sense of who you are even when everything else slips away.
So stay.
And if found on a day when you can’t rise, let the sun kiss you a good morning and paint you a good night. Delight in their beauty of repetitive being to know you will try again tomorrow. Sorrow or not, you still ate the chips. And hey, they taste pretty good.