monday morning

tea kettle
brewing
steam
in the morning

silver, silver
my reflection
coming down,
down the stairs

heaviness,
in my head
a deep ache
somewhere inside
behind the wrinkle
of my forehead

find the tea–take a sip
find the moment
when the world takes shape again
the shape it takes in my reflection
eyes half open
sunlight stinging my lashes
as if to say,
it will be ok

i’m only human
that i feel each morning
feel and forget
the things i’ve dreamt
the worlds i could not keep

i’m only human
meaning,
this is all i have

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