When I look up to the sky
I don’t see fairytales
Or unicorns in the clouds
The veil of superstition
Has been parted and I see the truth
The vastness of the universe
And I am just a small speck
Morning has come, my head’s in a fog
Was awakened by the wind and the howl of a dog
Forgot to turn up the furnace, the room was like ice
Yet under the covers it was so cozy and nice
Didn’t want to get up, it was so warm in bed
But the dawn approached and the cats had to be fed
So I threw off the covers, shivered in the icy air
Stretched my body and ran my hands through my hair
Started the coffee, watched the sun rise
Now I sit here pondering how fast each morning flies.
I sit here, listening to the sound of the heater’s hum
Hoping for something to write, but the words won’t seem to come
Sometimes I feel so lost here, as though I don’t belong
Insecurities overtake me, and my thoughts come out all wrong
Some people think they know it all, their words come out as knives
I wonder if they consider, how they affect other people’s lives
It saddens me when someone leaves, because they are in pain
I wish that I could help them, convince them to remain
Because those who’s words are toxic, and are nothing but unkind
They’re not worth the time or worry, for they are so very blind
To people who are hurting, who need only one kind word
Whose pain bleeds into cyber space, yet their voices are unheard
Kindness could change everything, civility at the very least
This world would be so much better, if we’d all spread a little peace.
This just came out of me tonight. It’s been a day.
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