No Longer Automatic

What is this
Whether from outside myself
Or from within
It’s either pulling me apart
Or pushing my left away from my right

Can I even go on
Time to time it tells me no
I cannot see
For my hands cover my eyes
So you will not see the tears escape me

Where can I turn
If not to your shoulder
Where can I run
If not into your arms

I’m conscious of my breathing
No longer automatic
But a task, and it is heavy

Would you pick me up
When I have no strength to stand
Would you carry on
When even I could not
No one else would
And it’s all up to you

-Zach

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