Morning Ramblings

Let’s talk about sadness as it spills out of my blood turning into ink on a page.
All I do is stare at the wall, count the ticks of the clock.

Each second an infinity in itself.
It will be a new day soon.
Self-care tips talk about waking up early, but I haven’t gone to sleep yet.
Waiting for sunrise to knock on my window so that I can slip through the cracks of my self-imposed prison and face the world.

Breathing with punctured lungs.

Every breath a Herculean task in itself.
It is hard to quell the conflict going on in my mind.
Unclarity drowns me

Standing on the edge of sanity

Waiting

Somehow holding on

Trying to hear the euphonious beat of the morning.

Trying to hold on.