some mornings i wake up
and look forward to the day ahead
knowing that there is something
waiting for me, to make me smile
and some mornings i wake up
only to want to sleep forevermore
longing to escape the day ahead
knowing that there is something
waiting for me, to make me cry
and then there are the mornings
where i realize with uncommon clarity
that i am just an open wound
sensitive and gaping and needing
and even i might forget the initial pain
but no one can avoid seeing
the aftermath
