It is coming to the time
when sunlight is visible at an earlier hour.
The sunrise is a pretty thing to see in the morning.
And I know that life is still happening.
I know that times can be hard
and there are ideas and thoughts
and feelings
which are less than easy to deal with.
I know this, firsthand.
I know that there are easy times
and hard times and times ahead of me
which are unknown and unwritten
and while the morning is here,
and for this brief moment,
I figure,
let me just lay back for a second.
Let me look.
Let me see the orange hue across the horizon.
Let me enjoy the fact that despite what’s happened
and despite what goes on
or whether my heart is content or happy
or despite the brokenhearted items
and the hardness of the episodes
which we all find ourselves in,
I have to say it:
at least I’m here.
At least I’m breathing — even if it’s only barely –
at least I let my feet hit the floor
when the alarm went off
and regardless of the weight on my shoulders
or the weight in my heart
or the weight of the world
or the stressfulness of the day ahead of me,
at least I stood up.
At least I got out of bed
and made my way through my morning routine
and then, when I stepped outside,
I saw the brightness of the sky
rising up above the eastern houses
in my town.
No one else is on the road at this time.
I’m what they call an “early bird,” only,
I’m not so sure if I’ll be the one to get the worm
(or not).
I am in the middle of so many things.
Good and bad, new and old
and while times can be tiring and patience can grow thin,
for now, I am looking at the sky
and wondering if anyone else can see what I see.
I wonder what the sky looks like
where you are,
right now.
I have to say
the sunrise was beautiful this morning.
It was enough to give me a spark
on an otherwise sparkless Monday.
It’s not easy . . .
life, I mean.
But the world is a beautiful place.
No matter what,
there is always something beautiful to see
even if it’s only when I close my eyes . . .
just so I can see your face.
The Written Addiction 