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What’s Left

Strong Arms, Empty Days

By Fathi JalilPublished 9 months ago 1 min read

Wake up. Again.

No alarm. Don’t need one.

Your body knows the drill,

Misery never sleeps in.

No messages.

No plans.

No one waiting.

You sit on the edge of the bed.

Head heavy, chest hollow.

Just like yesterday. Just like tomorrow.

You used to dream.

Used to fight.

Used to hope.

Now?

You clock in. Clock out.

Stack the money.

To spend on things that make you feel worse.

Things that rot your gut

and numb your brain

just enough to get through the evening.

They say you should journal.

They say you should meditate.

They say you should go outside.

You say nothing.

Because what’s the point?

You lift weights.

You eat protein.

You sleep 8 hours.

For what?

There’s no one to see it.

No one to touch it.

No one to care.

You’re a well-oiled machine

with no destination.

What’s left?

The gym.

The job.

The silence.

You walk past mirrors

and don’t recognize the man

who never became who he was supposed to.

But you keep going.

Not out of strength.

Out of momentum.

And maybe that’s all life is.

A long, slow drift toward nothing.

With strong arms.

What’s left?

Just you.

And the weight of being you.

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About the Creator

Fathi Jalil

I’m a writer who loves sharing stories and making connections. Along the way, I learned how to make writing work for me. Now, I share what I’ve learned so others can too.

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  • Irene Mugang Narewec 9 months ago

    Sorry..you will get over it. Sending you love.

  • This was so poignant and emotional. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️

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