Monday, September 28, 2020

Morning

The weight of my mind pushes against my chest

arms won’t move

Darkness envelopes with a gentle caress

Try to open my eyes but the message doesn’t send

Legs are still

Maybe if I just could get my will to bend

Why even go on with the fight

Arms twitching

I  can’t stay here, even if it feels right

Legs kicking

I feel air rushing in as I push myself to the surface

Finally sit up

I am awake from another restless night and maybe today will find a purpose




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