Functional
A quiet account of what it means to keep going
Functioning is not the same as living.
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Not sitting, still walking.
Not lazing, still moving.
Not sleeping, still rising.
Functional, and fine.
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I still walk the dog,
I still clean the floor.
I still make the bed.
Still functioning -
Fine.
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But I stand, yet slip.
Move, yet delay.
Speak - yet pause.
Still functioning.
Not feeling.
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Still standing.
Still moving.
Still functioning -
Not fine.
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A poem for World Health day by Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin. AI tags are coincidental.
For Mikeydred's April Pronpt:
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Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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Comments (4)
You've really captured the gap between going through the motions and truly being alive. I think many of us will find this one relatable.
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Thank you for sharing your awareness poem. Still functioning is definitely a blessing.
Very true and thank you again for taking part in the challenge