Good Morning

How I wish I could say such a thing

And always mean it.

But I fear

That in mornings I struggle

Coming back to reality after a peacful rest

It’s just hard to get up and be happy

When you’re mind is saying

Go back to bed, Go back to bed, Go back to bed

Normally When I say Good Morning

I actually mean

Miserable Morning

But you can’t greet someone like that

No that’s just not proper

So, when I’m forced to get up

I would just smile

And say Good Morning

But it wouldn’t be for you and I

Just you...

However

Yesterday was different

Yesterday I decided to try something different

I woke up and instead of listening to my half conscious mind

I said, No

No I won’t go back to bed

I told myself that today would be a good day

I just have to get up

I told myself that over and over

Fighting with my conflicted self

I had wanted to crawl back into my warm bed

And forget about reality just a little bit longer

But I knew, I mustn’t

I must get up

Think positively and the fog will clear up

Yesturday morning I woke up

I said Good Morning

And I meant it

That day, it had been a good morning.