My Monday
It’s a grey Monday
Though I can still spot a little sun ray
Thought today I would have a morning race
Then I saw runners dragging their feet at a snail's pace
Would my Monday turn any greyer?
Having been waiting in a never ending prayer
Truly longing for the thunderous thump of heavy rainfall
Blessing the barren earth with every bit of its drop till nightfall
Now the sun has rested
There goes my Monday finally wasted
But I still hold my hope with both hands like a crystal
A hope that promises a no-more-grey day to continue my battle
Copyright © Emilia Lasarus | Year Posted 2015
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