The Day Begins
scared to wake up everyday
you the ones like me
know who i am speaking of
the morning begins with a rude slap from the alarm buzzer
work calls for some like me
and although the morning may start out sunny and bright
it may turn a murderous black
and flit from shades of grey off and on for hours ...
this murderous black
unpredictable in nature
can
when provoked
spill out into murderous rage - splattering innocent bystanders with rains of the past
so scared to wake up everyday
you the ones like me
know of whom i am speaking to
and i have no answers
no solutions except to learn to feel compassion for yourself
expand it outwards
even outwards more
and by consistency
perhaps one day
rainbows will come out to play.
Copyright © Cherilyn Fry | Year Posted 2009
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