The Hope Blog #3

Good morning, me.
I noticed you've been having trouble opening your eyes.
Your alarm went off and you snoozed it 7 times.
You rolled over twisted sheets and pressed your head to right your wrinkled pillow, which so caref'lly holds your weakened head, which holds your wreaking mind.

Good morning, me.
Perhaps you don't want me to observe you.
Perhaps you want me to just say "it all will be okay."
Perhaps you want me to ignore it altogether now.
Perhaps, instead, I should just say, "Good morning."
No. "Good morning. Let's have ourselves a day." 

Good morning, me.
It's overcast and beautiful. 

Good morning, me.
Today, today is doable. 

Good morning, me.
You've never been immovable.  

Good morning, me.