A new day, the sun creeping through the shutters
The apartment: clean, bright, spacious. But my mind stays cluttered
I wash my face, brush my teeth, to signal something has begun.
On autopilot, waiting for the day to end, longing for something to begin.
work, chores, a meal for one
My anchor is missing, so the day drifts around me
As evening approaches,
my mind calms.
The day is almost over.
The quiet moments demand so much from me
But it’s not my responsibility anymore.
As the sun goes down, so does my guilt.
That I could’ve been somebody today
But the silence, the space, the calmer streets
Awaken the voices in my head
“Where is your life going?” “Why don’t you feel alive?”
I walk. I think in spirals.
So I can hush the ache, delay the weight.
And I wait till it’s a reasonable time for bed
Today, I could’ve been somebody.
But I folded into function.
And called it enough.
A new day.
The same light through the shutters
Still demanding more of me
