poemetry

2020-9-28

i wake
to quiet panic,
my thoughts
of all the
terrible things
in the world
this morning,
including
all i do
not have,
all i have
not done,
all i wish
for without
doing a
damn thing
to make
them real.
a crappy way
to start
my day.
it’s how
i live
my life
and why
my life
is not
very happy.
so i take
a few minutes;
close my eyes;
breathe;
let my thoughts be:
i breathe in.
i breathe out.
my mind
is too small
for more
than that.
there is
no space
for an
awful world
or an
awful me.
there’s only
room for
breathing
and
me
and
right
now.

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