waking up

i wake up to birds

chirping

singing

gliding

i feel the breeze

filter through my hair

like a lover long gone

barely there

swept away with time

the sun rises

and i do with it

soft sliding on the wooden floors

that creek and groan with every footsteps

new days have never felt like new beginnings

they’ve always felt like weights i’m too weak to carry on my back

until i do

but with the sun barely above the tree line

with the sky painted in oranges and blues and pinks

with grass that’s damp

trees with shadow

birds with songs

i fear nothing at all