I've been holding off on this one, as I am still writing/re-writing #7, but I'm not sure how long it needs, so for now I'll skip it and keep publishing.
The little things
never seem
appreciated
or seen.
Moving towards
belief
in ability to
complete
surely requires
some little victories?
So hard to rejoice
in a job
well done, when it
continues daily, weekly,
monthly.
Increasingly
difficult
to do a job
well done, instead
I just do.
And some days,
when our dysfunction
plunges me to darkness,
impossible even to do.
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