Woke up and noticed something wasn’t right.

As if something wasn’t near, not a sense of fear.

But something deeper. I’ve always been a heavy sleeper

But for some reason I can not drift away.

Arise to get a early start on the day

Walked into the living room, metaphorically it’s a wreck

Every time I see the furniture

Or a picture

Broken Vases, piles of plates or discarded dishes

The front door is wide open.

Like a wound ripped open from its stitches

A breeze rustling in.

A wind of cold that’s grabbing a hold.

the sun hasn’t even stretched yet.

How are these thoughts already in my head?

The birds are singing a familiar hymn,

I catch myself humming in tune.

Wishing I could see the sunrise the way I see you.

The smell of cold morning Dew,

Like an elderberry it takes away the pain.

in this cabin I can think

Even when my minds on the brink.

Take a step back from that ledge

To analyze what’s left in little pieces of a puzzle

This world would not be better off if you were dead.

The world does not stop just because Your in a bad mood. When the train of life leaves your stop.

And the rain in your eyes starts to drop. Fast enough to get your feet wet.

Suddenly,

Dawn rises, slowly, stubbornly.