My Daily Poetry

Endless ✩✩

I'm lost. 

I can't find the right words.

I keep juggling the wrong pieces. 

I don't even know what puzzle I am trying to solve.

I just want to live.

That's all.

I hope that one day as I wake up, 

I won't negotiate with myself just to get out of bed. 

I won't write myself a journal trying to remember what good things to thank for,

Feeling desperate to fill the allotted pages,

Because honestly, I'm running out of words.

It seems like I'm recycling days.

I'm tired. 

Yet, I know

One day, 

I'll wake up earlier than my alarm.

I'll write myself a journal with endless beauty. 

I'll spend more time with myself

without feeling like a stranger to my own reflection. 

But, when would that day be?

Honestly,

I don't know.

But one thing is certain,

And, I make sure it stays -

the steps I take. 

The journey seems long

But, I have to remind myself

It has always been a journey.

It will always be.

Endless. 

The only difference would be

The feeling that goes along with it.