Your brain is a liar:
It’s all worthwhile.
The morning sun
Brushes my face
Warmth and light
It reaches into my mouth
Pulls the breath from my chest
I am awake
Scratching, itching, peeling skin
Burning, thrashing, old and dying
Regret, guilt, chances lost
Shuffle, stillness, gasp at last
Molting, bursting, life anew
Promise, potential, possibility
Scurry about, explore and sniff
Eagerness, excitement, wide-eyed wonder
Battles to fight, mistakes to be made
I hate you!
Don’t leave me all alone!