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

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7 Comments

  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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