Real Talk

The warm feeling of awakening.
Leaving that comfort in the womb of your mind.

Eyes open for the first time again.
A glimer of hope in a new day.

Day after day.
But it's always the same.

Till suddenly...

it's not the same.
Open eyes shining again
with a glimer of hope.

Hope in a new life.

But open eyes grow weary
gazing on sunsets.
Repeating patterns in the clouds.

That complacency in routine.
Till suddenly...

That warmth surrounds you.

Hope always returns.