Daybreak brings newness
Sunshine is divine
Things continue to grow
Each moment in time
Progress is for the opportunist
Succession is for the achiever
Life continues without pause
Each Christmas brings Santa Clause
Thoughts keep us thinking
Food keeps us strong
Water is for all the living
Time to pray is needed for us all.
Grey hues of shadows upon the ground
Remembering things sometimes can get us down
All this surrounds us
All of this is a day, in not any one certain way.
Go into the day without packing a bag…
The stuff that matters won’t be found in it.
By MwsR
The start of a day, one that never gets better
Things go on that would make allow your to be tattered
Why must it be another one of those days
The one where you feel trapped and exploited in lots of ways
Used and abused,
Taken for granted and in a possible self constructed noose.
Looking for an excuse but having nothing to give forth
Inside though, you know your own worth
Dreaded days are made like this
It is something you will wish you had missed
Possibilities will come forth as the day progresses on
But often you must find those all on your own.
Dreaded like the apocalypse
Forever looking for this to eclipse
Nothing left to see, nothing left to fear
Facing this day, one that never gets better,despite all the rest of the year.
Not in Vain
The day bursts out whether we are ready or not
It is a scene for our life’s living spot.
We walk through it either alone or together
Trudging or trodding through all sorts of weather.
At day’s end we recap the day
Sometimes without or with something left to say.
Eventually falling to sleep
Exhausted from the life we often keep.
For more often than not we want more chances
A chance to give people or things more glances.
To either cherish or complete someone, something.
Trying hard not to live our whole life in vain.
MwsR ❤
At night’s rest comes a sense of relief
You say to yourself that you made it through another day.
You’d let the chores take a back seat
You lay upon a pillow and prepare to sleep.
But what if you cannot
What if the things that you’ve suppressed thinking about all day come back to haunt you?
I’d dare wager that you would wish the day never to end.
That you want to re-live it over and over again.
That your chores would bring you much relief
That the pillow you lay on at night would capture your tears.
MwsR ❤
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