my eyes drift closed,
i slide lower in my bed
encased in soft bedding
this is heaven, i think.
everything is done,
everything is said,
stomach full of warm food,
finally out of the cold,
no rain,
no wind,
just a warm night light
and a dark room.
my clothes lay on my chair,
waiting for me tomorrow,
a perfect outfit prepared.
my lunch waits for me,
downstairs in the kitchen,
packed in boxes,
ready to eat.
my mom sleeps next door,
as she has an early morning,
im the only one awake,
i bask in the quiet
im so grateful for this life
and all that ive been given
im glad im strong enough
to fight all my troubles
im so happy to learn
to struggle and to grow
to help others,
and fight for the voiceless
im so happy to be alive
Jan 21
Jan 21, 2026 at 6:05 PM UTC
my eyes drift closed,
i slide lower in my bed
encased in soft bedding
this is heaven, i think.
everything is done,
everything is said,
stomach full of warm food,
finally out of the cold,
no rain,
no wind,
just a warm night light
and a dark room.
my clothes lay on my chair,
waiting for me tomorrow,
a perfect outfit prepared.
my lunch waits for me,
downstairs in the kitchen,
packed in boxes,
ready to eat.
my mom sleeps next door,
as she has an early morning,
im the only one awake,
i bask in the quiet
im so grateful for this life
and all that ive been given
im glad im strong enough
to fight all my troubles
im so happy to learn
to struggle and to grow
to help others,
and fight for the voiceless
im so happy to be alive
goodnight yall, poetry hour is over
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