
Warm, splintered sunlight shines through grey curtains.
My eyes awaken,
A new day is born.
Bright yellow lemons greet me on the counter.
I slice one and squeeze half in my mug and
watch my black cat play on our white rug.
I drink in my water and take a deep sip of air,
carry my coffee to my balcony chair.
Where I watch the trees grow their leaves flush and green
and remember all of the things that I've seen.
There were days when I slept all the way through the sun
Mind cloudy with shame of the things I had done
Each night an adventure, but none of them fun.
I drank dark brown, golden and clear
I'd guzzle down wine, whiskey, and beer
Fingertips yellow from cruel nicotine
And if anyone asked, I was living the dream.
Covered in glitter, neon lights in the club
Wishing that I had said no to drugs.
The pale yellow of bile, mascara smudged black
Every morning wanting my sanity back.
Years have passed since I've seen that girl,
but I sit in the morning and revisit her world.
Her memory in the mine of my soul, a canary
To give thanks to God, my life is so ordinary.
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