Musing Sameness

The things that need doing hold me up,
Like pegs holding the clothes on the line.

But what can bring life to the dry bones of this routine?
Or is it the routine that brings life out of death to me?

For what holds me up also pins me down,
And I find comfort in the discomfort…
Of the ordinary.

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