Rotation

To Rise Anyway

0406.2025

This morning, the sun tried to kiss me.

It offered a road between love and hate—

The choice…

But day begins with resistance,

where resignation won’t stay in bed,

and truth burns brighter

than the will to rise.

Awakening mocks the healing.

A suture must be sewn

through the hollow in my heart—

but the thread keeps breaking.

Woe.

Let it be enough

to keep love’s last promise.

Then I’ll complete the rotation,

and meet the moon.

m.c.f.