Woke,
looking tired
feeling uninspired
a long day ahead
not a good cook
could decide
to hide,
chose instead to
reanimate,
defrost my consciousness
tuck my grays
under the darker strands,
the fighters
pull my hair back
really, really tight,
a ponytail
to trigger
a zygomatic smile
the beginning
of a fruitful day

I am
Thankful