There are times when existence

is nearly unbearable 

Where being alive feels like a chore

I'm not quite qualified for.

I contemplate the mere 5×2 radius

I take up in the world...

still I think it generous.

I bunch my shoulders and cross my arms

But there I am. 

Much too bold, a little too loud

Even one can be a crowd. 

I sprinkle roses in my words 

...still thorns fall out 

Oh but to float from room to room

my presence a dainty whisper

But there I am. 

Much too solid, a little too alive

Today I manage to get by.

I lived. 

My task is done. 

I did it kicking and screaming, 

but in the end all it took 

was standing and breathing.