Holding on to my own hand,
Breathing deeply into a new day.
Eyeing the edge of the douvet,
Considering what lies on the otherside.

They are not here this morning,
There are no phantoms in my mind.
Pulling me to stay asleep,
Urging me to give another day.

Mourning something that never was,
is a stupid and relentless task,
with no satisfaction or conclusion.
No.

Today is a new day,
Today is a new me,
Today is a new life,
Starting without the preoccupation,
And self deprication and endless isolation.
Breath deep and enjoy the new,
thats the lesson i give to you.