untitled poem

i console myself 
i was trying then 
at least you were trying 
but i was giving myself no rest 
and now i look at any of that progress as shit 
question: is that the best you could have done?
since, i have ground to a halt   
haven’t we all -
surrounded by wreckage 

but wasn’t it trying, wasn’t it trying 
you were in so much pain

Kate Lewington ©

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