My coffee cup is empty.
The blood pumps a little faster,
neurones spark across my brain,
as I try to forget disturbing dreams,
the dark manacle of sleep
that held me to my pillow
a few moments earlier.
It’s a new day.
It may be grey, windy, damp,
but there is always promise
when birds call at dawn.
This could be the one to turn it around,
you never know.
I remind myself that whether or not
I find what I want,
I have much more than I need.
My life is a treasure, a marvel, a prize.
What a trip it’s been so far!
Though the sun may be hidden by clouds,
its light slightly dimmed,
it never fails to climb the sky
each morning to reveal again
I still have a way to go.