why is it that I find it so hard to wake up in the morning?
i’d rather sink beneath the sheets and lose myself in dreams.
but the morning starts slow, and i go slower as my body aches
how can I face another day when it starts with soiled thoughts?
fill the tub and give me a moment to ease my emotions.
the weight of my comforter can be replaced by another
as i lower myself, i look to the waters to weigh in as comfort.
bathe myself in dried rose petals, soaked and cleansed.
the rose petals become less and less distinguishable, but
i fight to distinguish myself from them as they dissolve to nothing.
maybe it’s enough to last me another day. let the tub drain.
11 April 2021