Maybe today

Isn’t my day as the words mix all together, and nothing seems clear.

Maybe if I want to, I could blame daylight saving and say I didn’t get enough sleep.

But maybe that would be an excuse or a lie and maybe today just wasn’t my day.

Sometimes, that happens when the day is bright and shiny, and then it just dooms down, and you want to see some light and joy for a moment again.

Did I laugh and smile too much that it physically drained me into being the thing I am right now.

Which is just tired and achy that I welcome sleep with open arms and want to be wrapped in its warmth until it’s time for me to wake up.

I need to sleep for a while, and when I ready, I will come out and be so refreshed like a butterfly out of its cocoon.

And it will last for days, for nothing in this world will be too much for me because it will be so new and different.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes


Published by mywords2228

I love to write poetry and reading tons of books. I've starting to explore writing fiction so I hope you enjoy my work.

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