waking up in the morning

glass half full or glass half empty
maybe it’s all empty
maybe i’m sitting in a dimly lit room
with only a sliver of sunlight even trying
to sneak in from under the blinds
to draw me out
to snap me back to life
to draw my eyes away from the
blank // empty ceiling
with not even a whirring ceiling fan to keep me company
to be a companion
to numb me
to have everything, every sensation slip away from my mind and from my being
the sunlight hidden behind the blinds
waiting for me
my once comfortable bed sheets now feel like
nothing at all
floating in an empty glass
somehow never ending-
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maybe if my glass were half empty
.
or even half full
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life would feel like something
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.
like life
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instead of emptiness
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instead of nothing at all-

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9 may 2017

kmw

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inspiration

inspiration
does not always come
strapped to a firecracker
bound to go off any minute

sometimes
it comes in shades of grey
when the world is just barely at your fingertips
and your breath is soft

there is no explosion
no sudden revelation
it forms over time
like a seed grows to eventually flourish

it was always there
developing, unnoticed
imbedded in you
under the pressure of the millions of lives you’ve lived
becoming a diamond

 

kmw

12 jan 17