Out my window, the sky is shining.
I stretch, I yawn, I rub sleep from my half-mast eyes.
My dreams linger.
Awful things.
police
hospitals
courtroom
tears
rages
blood
emptiness
loneliness
self-pity
questioning
closed doors
It's morning.
The dream fades.
I leave my bed, and I start my day.
As usual, beautifully written. Out with the old, in with the new, my friend...thinking of you.
ReplyDeleteThank you, my dear. In the words of Nina Simone, "It's a new dawn, it's a new day...."
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