Some Mornings

Some mornings I wake in a pool of dread

Searching for ways to escape the day

Wondering who this beast is under the sheet

As I swing my legs onto the floor

I look down and recognize those feet


Some mornings I wake in a meadow of wonder

Pondering the directions I will run

Anticipating the me I will meet

At the end of the day

Under the sheet



  1. Dear Tracey

    The “journey to you” is not an easy road to follow. Take solace from the natural world. Your “web of life” has a gapping hole in it but go forward and repair your web no matter how painful or futile it seems at times.

    You have a *beautiful gift* with words do not stop exploring and growing it! Your simple words take my breath away!

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