I wake up daily, dead inside.
I ruminate, worry, rehash, search.
Search for a memory of a memory,
hopeful or joyous.
A repeat performance of a good day,
a good moment. A reason to rise.
Life is good. Living is hard.
My mind won’t obey the sun’s command.
Still, I fight to flee from the carnage
of my darkening fears.
I’m not a morning person.
Yet don’t pronounce me dead at dawn.
I refuse to be a mourning person,
for very long.
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Tom Bissonette, M.S.W. Ret.
Tom is a Counselor and a Developmental and Prevention Educator. He taught courses on Adolescent and Young Adult Development for 15 years. He just completed his 2nd novel and a 12-book series for children re social/emotional learning.
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"Life is good. Living is hard." I agree. Thank you for this poem, Tom. It really speaks to me.