A Good Day
A good day dawns with trembling grace—
A measured breath, a steady face.
I rise and stand, though legs protest,
A fleeting strength within my chest.
The shower’s warmth, a tender fight,
A triumph met by fading light.
Each drop a pulse of fractured strain,
A soft applause against the pain.
The dishes wait in calm display,
But hands rebel, the nerves betray.
I trace the echoes in my bones—
A thousand aches I call my own.
A cane becomes my tethered guide,
A staff to ground the fear inside.
Yet even so, each step I take
A brittle vow I will not break.
The numbness crawls, the cold creeps near,
A ghost that whispers in my ear.
And still I breathe, and still I try—
A stubborn star against the sky.
But in this hour, I claim what’s mine—
The strength to stand, the will to shine.
A good day blooms, both fierce and small—
A quiet fight. I feel it all.
WoPoLi 
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