i ask myself
why
every time the sun
rises
and why
every time
it sets.
i draw my curtains
stand at the window
so i can see the sky
rise
then fade
and rise again.
i drink out
of ceramic mugs
hoping i will swallow
purpose
like the red and purple
fire
that lights up the
sky
so that my insides
will feel warm
and my chest
will no longer
be a cavity
for my tears.
my cups are all
empty bottoms
full of yesterday’s
coffee granules
turned over
by the sink
but i keep drinking
because maybe
tomorrow,
today,
will be different.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
Comments (4)
Oooo, I liked the part where the chest is a cavity for tears. Loved your poem!
I love it!! To be fair, the title caught my attention. Whenever I see someone use the same title or cover photo, it automatically intrigues me
You just are a stunning writer! Probably say it every time but I love the brevity of your work! so clean, raw and even if someone can't relate directly, you express yourself so vividly that we feel it! Just...yeah, stunning!
Great poem! Hope everyday is different! 🩷♥️💜