Morning – by Suzanne Allen
Out of the darkness of slumber I awake.
Tired and weary, filled with pain and ache.
Not from the body, grows older each day.
The brain-filled thoughts,automatic replay.
Lumber out of bed, hair all a mess.
Time to get up, time to get dressed.
Deep breaths in, deep breaths out.
Mind still filled with doubt.
Another day, another time.
Doesn’t matter what happens.
This life is still mine.