I opened my eyes this morning.
That was something.
I sat up in bed.
Brushed my teeth.
Ran a comb through tangled hair.
I didn’t get dressed—
I couldn’t.
But I rose.
I stepped outside.
The air was soft.
I bought ice cream.
Sat alone in the park,
And let the sun touch my face.
I came home.
Swept the floor.
Made the bed.
Washed the dishes
Folded warm laundry
With trembling hands.
I did what I could.
And through quiet tears,
I whispered to myself:
Today will not be yesterday.
And it wasn’t.
No joy came rushing in.
No weight lifted.
But still—
Tomorrow waits.
And maybe,
just maybe,
tomorrow
will be lighter.
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Shai Anderson
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Love this!!!