Poetry

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.