Morning Sun

Yes, yes, it’s morning, you know;

the curtained sunlight glares behind your eyelids

and you know well the sound

of your coming alarm.

It was too real a dream to be so;

This is too tiring a reality to be real.

The pain in your chest, you want to decide,

aches too heavy to move.

The night was long, you will tell them,

you couldn’t sleep.

At times your heart feels like a broken clock

beating after some lost time;

but on a morning like this, you cannot tell

if it leads you right even once a day.

Little thing, you must learn to believe,

That even through the stray ray of sun that wakes you,

grazing on your skin,

even through your rushed shower,

running warm water against your red eyes,

through your mussed hair, your missed breakfast,

and that moment

where you forget if you brushed your teeth—

Kindness

Kindness will discover you.

Believe

things will come with time.

Know in your veins

how your broken heart still pumps

blue blood to red.

Know in your lungs;

the power of your own voice.

Know, however you have lost yourself

in that vacuous space that is your loneliness

The morning sun will still find you

and lay its hand upon your cheek.