A Tall Glass of Orange Juice
A tall glass of orange juice,
Sunlight bursting in the morning,
A splash both tart and sweet,
As I swallow my antidepressants —
Which I’ve done each day this year.
Craving nicotine, having none, I reach for coffee,
Its bitter warmth clearing the fog from my mind.
Dreams linger like distant echoes, blurry snapshots,
As the day pulls me forward —
No goal in sight,
Just tending to myself and my mental health.
I should lace up my running shoes,
But inertia wraps around me,
Holding me in place.
I could settle for CBD, in hopes to spark
Some inspiration for writing,
Instead, I blare the music, and stare at the screen.
Trying to shake off my morning addictions.
For you, my love, I will keep my resolution!
