the air outside my window
is as still as my
heart wants to be
the yellow sun prying its way
through the slatted blinds
is laughing at me
the promise of the
new day winds its
vibrant fingers tightly
around my heart
suffocating gasps of grief
conspire with hiccups escaping
the reservoirs of realization
as awareness creeps over the
peaks of my mind
illuminating the microcosm
of my existence
clarity perfects my vision so that
i can see
that the glory of this day
is not intended for me
may 31, 2009
