This week’s poem, a musing on how some things just don’t seem to get any easier, no matter how long you practice and do all the right things.

Some days

It just doesn’t get easier
despite early rising,
cold morning showers,
only two glasses and avoiding
late night hours.

Healthy breakfasts with fiber,
meals more often but lighter,
still temptations linger.
Repetition fatigue cracks
in tarnished willpower.

Despite mindful breathing,
recommended readings,
muscles still ache.
Morning’s duvet clings
to sleep-loaded limbs.

Slippery slopes still slipping,
convoluted negotiations
on why today’s (not) an exception.

Despite resolutions,
plans and phased-in solutions,
despite success on success,
still, some days are a test.

2015, Dhaka