Slow breaths

Tide coming in.

Traffic out my window like waves crashing

Grit in my coffee like sand in my mouth

I think about my day to come

But it seems so for away

At that moment


Darkness still dominates

And I’m the only one awake.

I cried a tear that no one will see;

Sometimes it falls from the left,

Sometimes from the right

Sometimes it’s for the dark,

And sometimes for the coming light.


Every morning I hear the voice of renewal,

And every morning I fall again.