morning eyes

at 4 in the morning the sun is never up but i usually am i worry about things that are out of my control even more about things that are get up early when i work and earlier when i don’t the older i get the more i learn sometimes you need to cry it out alone at night into your pillow the blankets wrapped all around you sometimes you need to cry and cry and cry until the morning sun falls across the tears dried under your lashes and the lump in your throat has dissolved so you can breathe with ease you need to get up let hot water wash it away let the steam rising from your mug soften any sorrow left around your morning eyes take a deep breath don’t mention it to anyone and just keep going i will just keep going

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