Some mornings I wake up
Unwilling to get out of bed
I wince under the bright lights
And try to ignore the birds’ chirping outside
I’m tossing and turning in warm covers
My motivation, my driving force for the day
It’s left me
(It’s probably somewhere in Cuba)
I can’t
I don’t want to
I won’t
It’s frustrating
My despair, my exhaustion
I just want to go back to sleep
But HOPE, that ray of sunshine slicing through storm clouds,
That twinkling light peeking through the end of a tunnel
Lined with determination, bravery, patience,
It fuels me,
And I finally, with some effort, roll ungracefully out of bed,
Knowing I’m capable of seeing through
Another day.
