Foggy Monday

Face me foggy Monday sunrise, lean proud against your white backdrop, clouds dropping to kiss the thirsty earth.

Face me foggy Monday sunrise, all crustyeyed and forlorn. I didn’t want to hear that beep, I had just fallen into sleeping, forgetting why I needed that alarm.

Dreams of missing it, missing this Monday haunted me all of Sunday.

I face you foggy Monday morning with your demands and long day.

Damn your hysteria, damn the intrusive Sunday night, Monday thoughts.

To hell with it all, I’ll face you, push you down until you’re just a memory, a memory that can’t stand in my way any longer.
I’m different now. Foggy Mondays don’t frighten me anymore.

2 Comments

  1. From someone who has kicked his way through a bunch of fears in recent times…

    This piece conjures a special kind of hope, both within and beyond the fog. It evokes new shores worth standing on.

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    1. Thank you so much . I was definitely going for that. Winter around here, though having many beautiful attributes can make Monday mornings feel torturous with the darkness and cold foggy mornings so I wanted to put a spin of positivity on it πŸ™‚ I always hope my writings can get people through tough times, even if it’s just by relating. Again, your comments are so beautifully written. I really appreciate all of them and you’re taking the time to read my stuff πŸ™‚ Thank you!!!

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