Shaken
There are mornings,
Where the sun shines in,
But not out.
You wake up,
And the questions from the night before,
Seem to linger a little longer.
Everything feels like patterns,
Lucky socks and broken tank tops,
Dropping teabags, forgetting to take vitamins.
Jumbled together,
Anger and hurt, sadness.
Faith is such a terrible thing today.
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