Some mornings…
When...
I Wake...
I feel like…
I’m…
Breaking Surface…
Like a swimmer
Who’s body…
Longs…
For...
That...
Next...
Breath…
It’s as though…
During the night...
My feelings…
Have been
Slowly…
Flooding...
My system….
Engulfing…
Me.
And the…
Drenched...
Weight…
Of…
My…
Emotional...
Clothes...
Now soaked...
Cause...
A kind
of…
Morning....
Stagger…
As...
I struggle
To
Find…
Sure footing…
For the
Day.