Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow

I wake, shivering, but happy,
nothing boring, nothing usual,
nothing ordinary today.
My feet meet the cold floor,
my eyes blink. I stare.
The light streams in the window,
wraps itself around me,
a firm, gentle grip.
Inviting with its warmth,
it promises in cooing whispers,
Today will be different,
not comparable is yesterday,
Changed, will be tomorrow,
All moments have adventure,
Each morning holds a joy.
A deep breath, a cold shower,
A new day.

This poem reminds me of happiness. I wrote it for me :)
Annnnna Annnnna
22-25, F
2 Responses Dec 5, 2010

I did

Ooops. I didn't mean to post this here, but hey maybe my socialist friends will enjoy it as well ;)