I’m wide awake, it’s morning
Daylight is moving across the frozen morning painting.
Immaculate white snow lay like a deep cover over the landscape,
as if Earth wishes to sleep a little longer, sleep until spring.
But the rising sun cast a blazing pink silhouette
on the bed of clouds in the sky.
And it so beautiful my eyes are wide open, I am awake.
I had bad dreams again. This time there was a fire and I had to gather all my belongings in a rush. I couldn’t decide what to save and what to let go of. And I remember thinking I should have organized boxes for the most important things.
You don’t need to be a psychoanalyst to understand how that translates to my life.
So maybe there is a lot on my mind.
But I’m not worried, I’m so well right now!
So happy, so ready!