Everyday, Lost

I wake. Make tea.
Sit alone, no clue.
I’m here, yet not.

Lost in the morning
waiting for the sun
to show. To shine.

Same as you. What to do.
Keep breathing. Keep going.
The fog will clear.

I sip tea, the day wakes.
My brain wakes.
It’ll be ok. Today
or another.

We’ll get there.


Valentine’s Morning

I scrape charred bread. The sound grates. Crumbs fall in the bin. Lost. I spread raspberry jam on the remains of my burnt toast. I bite. Chew the mistakes around. Smile when the sweet raspberry hits. Slowly swallow. Dry crumbs scratch my throat. I cough. Hurt. Grimace as I keep on eating. The cover up wasn’t worth it.