It’s the morning again; my favorite time to write poetry
My wife lay asleep across the room on our bed
Although things have been hard, I am optimistic
I’ve shown myself a better path, so my walk is easier
At least in the now; that fact remains
I have to continue to be mindful of the future
And live present in each moment; one after the next
I take a deep breath and ground myself; I’m alive
I remember an anxious moment yesterday
And knowing that to live is to suffer
But that thought passed; as all thoughts and moments do
I close my eyes; to simply shut them.
Makes me calm. Collected. Present.
And I take another breath.
Where I’m going doesn’t matter; now is time
I can build towards anything; but nothing is promised
So I do not attach myself with the future
I shall cut my ties with worry and sorrow
In this pitch black sky; I am here