I don’t feel good,
but do feel fine.
I don’t drink the food
nor eat the wine.
My day’s not going well —
I’m not to-ing as much as
I’m not coping well but coping.
I’m not living in hope but hoping.
I’m not falling down or failing,
but treading water, fumbling, flailing.
Don’t ask too much, beyond inhaling —
I’m holding tight onto the railing:
inhaling and exhaling
I’ve got this covered,