this is the moment when i wake up
to you, beaming at my dry
face with lingering stained tears
on my numb cheeks as i stare out
the window, watching you rise
and rise and rise for all the world
to see. i almost forgot i wasn't the
only one that could see your beauty
and i almost forgot to not cry in
the early mornings 'cause i couldn't
bare see the pity look on my sisters
faces and the broken eyes of a
mother that can see my pain. i
couldn't bare breaking another mirror
in the house 'cause of how pathetic
i thought of myself when i see
that unrecognizable girl staring back
at me.this is the moment when i wake up
and think and think and think and
think of how the sunny mornings
don't make me smile anymore-
this is only the beginning of my thoughts in the morning, oh how i wish they were more brighter filled with sunflowers and rainbows and kisses from butterflies.
YOU ARE READING
sunny mornings
PoetryBOOK ONE "in between 5:46 am - 8:30 pm , i only thought about shattered mirrors, fallen families, and pity faces"