Not a minute not even a second
A mere fragment sparking from within a mind barely awake
Words dragging ‘I dislike how......’
Sparking annoyance flipped
Flames burned the edge of dry annoyance
Insincere words forced from the same darkened space
‘I am grateful.... I like being awake......’
Feet flat on the floor
energy moved me forward
to a productive, enjoyable morning.
A fragment in a mind still intoxicated
washed with emotion and the sludge of active addiction
A tiny dry piece of soul burns a tiny ember....
Tentative wobbly steps inside detox or hospital
Nurses are protectors of that tiny ember
while recovery grows stronger.
“Intention involves such a small fragment of our
consciousness and of our mind and of our life.”
~ Jasper John
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