Sanctuary [Poetry]

01-23-2021

one morning, i woke up from a shallow slumber, aware of the dreams lingered close but too far away to be remembered. i stared at the ceiling, my mind was an empty bottle of fog.

an obvious disorientation.
finally, the minutes have gone unnoticed and decided to get up, fixed the bed in an untidy manner and just scrambled my way to the kitchen, made myself some coffee i failed that was too bitter because i left it on the french press longer than intended.

oh, but it didn't matter.

the coffee, so warm it travelled to the mug, to the palm of my skin, how it hurt wasn't much of a bother.
i proceeded as usual.
i was at the table near the window i opened just enough for my cactus to be showered with the sun rays, opened my laptop but didn't actually use it, and started reading the book i left unattended last night.

it was a good kind of morning.

i skimmed through the pages, drink my coffee which have slowly gone cold—and stopped for awhile to hold my inner self. my demons were whispering in my head just the usual.

i told them to shut up, and just let the morning passed by, or at least let me finish the coffee.

ah, but i finished the coffee way too long, enough for me to ready myself when demons had enough of the silence.