New Day
Air keeps me breathing
Keeps my body on the ground
Keeps me rolling through the days.
Hot summers that wrap me in treacle
Hard to put one foot in front of the other
My mind slipping and sliding
Losing parts of myself to the heat
Can I get the missing parts back?
Or do they reform someplace far away
Making a new entity?
I have no evidence of my sudden decline
I look in the mirror and see me looking back
Memories filter through my mind like dust
Reminding me of the potential that lingers from my dreams
The hope that I will taste victory some day
With bare determination, I break myself
Free from this despondency
I am still young, I can take back some
Of my dreams and make them real
I will start with the small ones
Take each day one step at a time
Make a list. Number one: find someone to love
With hope to be loved in return
Write that story I promised my twelve-year-old self
As I break away from the mirror, I notice a shadow move
A rush of air against my skin
A whisper of wings, an angel on my shoulder
This was the thought I carried into the new day…
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