Memoirs Of A Teenage Heart

It's all a day at a time

When your alarm wages its war

against the silence,

awaken as if it is a battle cry

and not a funeral dirge.

When you pour your coffee,

take it without any sugar.

Let the bitterness bite

at the tip of your tongue -

it will remind you 

that you survived the night

and that is all anyone

has ever asked of you.

Get ready slowly, take your time. 

Forget to dry a pair of jeans -

borrow those twenty minutes

to make yourself breakfast.

It’s okay if you stumble at your doormat.

You don’t have to be steady

whenever it is that you face the world -

you just have to be able to stand.

{This is the last poem you'll recieve.

I am so so sorry; for I have lost, and fallen - 

I fear that I cannot quite keep these feet on the ground.}