Most Days

Most days were difficult I struggled to love the Blemishes that were on my body the ones that were deep and left a scar that would never go away.

Most Days, I struggled to grasp the fact that I couldn’t walk perfectly fine on my own without experiencing random falls from losing my balance, nervousness or someone giving me a slight touch.

Most days, I struggled to imagine the amount of pain I might encounter from falling, so I pretend to be ok.

To me at the end of the day as long as I know I made it through the day there is no obstacle that I can’t beat.

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