I start the morning with a sigh; a deep exhale and then I cry silently inside myself, where no one sees (and no one can help).
My alarm it blares and moans, and it gets harder to move these bones. I choke back the night’s dreams and face the day through gritted teeth.
The light of the day starts to crack as I realise everything I lack. I am nothing going nowhere fast. What are your plans, please just don’t ask . . .