Better Days

I open up my crusty eyes,
But I don't want to get out of bed.
There's a fog inside my brain,
And doomsaying voices in my head.

Why have I reached this place?
Where did I come from?
I'm in no mans land,
Stranger to me,
My future in his hand.

When ambition still lived in me,
I thought I could change the world.
Reality sank in and dreams were disposed,
So I stay here under blankets, curled.

I've rolled with all the punches,
Been willing to take a hit.
Aims have changed,
I know what I want,
And now how to get it.

Priorities no longer revolve around me,
I am still me but so much more.
I realise the reason why I am here,
What I keep on fighting for.

A picture of love on my bedside table;
Those that rely on me;
To be the best I can be;
I won't let them down while I'm still able.

I get up and keep holding my head high;
Because I know till the day I die;
I will keep finding ways;
For their better days.

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With thanks to GUN for inspiration for the last four lines