eight spoons

Day 19

eight spoons
measure my day
at one time I had more
ten or eleven
twenty when I was younger
but today eight spoons
sit in my coffee mug
sometimes filled with sugar
whatever sweetness
I need to curb the harsh bitter now
when the world becomes
too much
after months
and months
of pushing through
in spite of everything else
in spite knowing it doesn’t
matter or make the difference
I want it to
One day
I will wake up
one day
and there will be
no spoons left


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