*A Poem by T.L. Gray
Restful body stirs just before the morning bells.
Eyes open. Stretching. Reaching for the last tendril of the last dream.
Musing. Contemplation. Wondering why I exist, why I continue to breathe. Who cares?
Body moves in motion, burning calories, fat, and stress.
Heart beats. Sweating. Pushing myself toward the next healthy goal.
Thinking. Planning. Wondering why I push so hard, why bother. Who cares?
Fingers fly across the keys, examining, researching as I stay busy.
Mind races. Working. Fulfilling the requirements to take care of myself.
Living. Paying Bills. Wondering why I struggle, why I can’t get ahead. Who cares?
Smelling the wonderful aroma, mixing the ingredients together.
Mouth waters. Smelling. Enjoying the tastes of my creations.
Cooking. Eating. Wondering why I sit alone, why the empty table. Who cares?
Tapping the buttons, playing the character on the screen.
Mind occupied. Distracting. Losing myself into another world.
Gaming. Playing. Wondering how long I can disappear. Who cares?
Pulling the covers over my head, as I snuggle up to my pillows.
Heart broken. Crying. Wishing I could just disappear.
Dreaming. Not Sleeping. Wondering why I’m unlovable. Who cares?