How hard the fight for gains,
wading through mire,
battling the blurred words,
crumbling beneath the crushing pressure.
Another day, perhaps a gain
of minutes of wellness.
Don’t over-do when the body is able
to accommodate desire to do more than
an errand or two before succumbing.
How goes the war?
I cannot fathom a positive outcome any more.
Sounds like a definition the daily “Rat Race” that we all deal with each and every day. Reminds me of my worst year of teaching (teaching in an urban high school) when I ventured outside of my comfort zone.