Morning happened
Anxiety then relief Sadness and pity Forcing my head off the pillow Remembering how it hurts if I don’t Tinge of embarrasment Wondering if I’m misunderstood I’m not sorry for nothing And not responsible for everything Then…the cool wind The burning thighs The mission. Will I ever make it? Pure dignity, positive red face Past wounds surfacing, resurfacing Poison Ivy? Forcing an apology Swalling that long standing enemy Pride One tiny step by one tiny step Reuniting with the one I’d lost Laughing, crying, repeat “The plans they made put an end to you” Unfocus on that terrible timewasting social blot Re-train, refrain Mountain Song, climbing the stairs and sitting down All before 8:00am
2 years ago