The day feels dark, cold, and suppressing
My body estranged and confused before dressing.
No desire to rise and face the day
Only disgust with thoughts dense as clay.
One foot on the floor thanks to my angel
Praying for guidance and stability to wrangle
Cereal filling bowls and the dog needing to piddle
Brought me out of my sludge putting habit to riddle
Releasing resistance to the drops in the shower
Over my core, my body, my personal power
Accepting something different I choose
Ideas of love, and self respect I peruse.
The sun is up it turns out after all
One step at a time, no more need to stall.
You can stand in your Self in complete dignity
Shine your light, beautiful, sincere for all to see.
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