Morning Routine

You wake to the sound of your own breathing.

It's too early to rise from your bed--so you stare at your ceiling.

You're tired still and your heart beats too slow or too fast.

Anxiousness lingers all around your body--all too well, you know, why these feelings won't pass.

So you close your eyes again, for the umpteenth time you have been in bed.

Turning over to your side--you replay the past in your head.

Does it hurt? Does it make you smile?

Does it make you want to cry? Or give you butterflies for a while?

What ever thoughts you thought of--there is now light pouring from your window.

And there are still things you don't know, you desire that unknowing.

The thoughts are rather overwhelming, maybe adorning.

With, what ever it is,

Good morning