Drowning

Somebody challenged me to be uplifting

I told them to motivate me

They commented that living and breathing should be motivation enough

What if each breath was a struggle and each beat of your heart stung? 

Would that give you motivation to carry on living? 

We all live because we must … we had no choice in it

We live until we die that’s my motivation

 I close my eyes and rest my head on my pillow my body lies there tense, unsure of how to find peace

I frown as I wait for it to familiarize itself with the notion of relaxation

I try to overlook imperfection and insecurities …

So you see being uplifting is hard

I only smile to put others at ease

Hurting and negativity are familiar

So how can I lift you up when I’m too busy drowning?