I'm not a poet

So, Wake up?
I don't feel like it but I know I should...
...And when I get up I know I want to be.
Each day is new
I choose to live, but I don't now exactly how.
Exactly? Or at all I think.
O.k. now I know! Love, Focus, Follow...

...The ocean comes in, my heart awakes, I see God, He invites me in and I swallow, "I don't fear You," I say, "I fear myself, I offend you, I know I do, that book You wrote says I do."
"No it doesn't."
I look around...
...Listen.
Silence.

Nothing but quiet and gold in my belly,
The ocean tide slips away,
I'm left with my breakfast.

Cheerios, plain ones.

I eat my breakfast and go out the door.
Remember.