Though it's been 20 years or so since my last break up, they always bring out the fledgling poet in me. I wrote this in the middle of the night a few weeks back when I was in a darker space. It's titled 3:25.
Light through the window awakens my eyes A back yard porch light It's 3:25
The sun has not risen I've been rushing my days
Starting earlier Always moving A bit of a haze
Is it too early To jump in the ocean? I think from my bed
Will it help heal me And ease the commotion That stirs in my head?
What next then? Shower! Coffee! Walk! Work! Make a meal plan Get to the gym
Put on some music Cook up that plan Read a book And in bed again
