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Weak Days
A Substack poem that I wanted to share on Mediumland
Weak days
We all need them
When our strength isn’t there
When we don’t feel any care
From here, up or downstairs
In an Earthly place where being strong 24/7 is emphasized
Where looking detached is expected as the norm
Human bots being prepared for the real things
No vulnerability is allowed to be seen through our gold armor
Try as one might
Sometimes, the desire to be & look strong isn’t there
If the strength is non-existent
If there’s no strong water coming out of the well
To recharge us into being at 100% again
Until the strength returns
I prefer embracing my weakness and hibernate
Instead of putting on a strong facade
The fake it till you make it strategy
I’ll make it when my soul tells me that I did
Until then
Cherishing my weak days is a must
In the recovery process… I must trust
Thanks for reading!
