The Good Mornings I Never Knew I Needed
For the longest time, waking up was so hard,
Another day in the doldrums, nothing special, I felt marred,
Each one blending with the rest, a grey so powerful, I always felt at rest,
Neither sad nor happy, for an eternity it seemed,
Locked away, in this dazed, hazed, lengthy scheme,
I followed through the motions, afraid people would see,
How boring I thought I was, that they would all leave me.
It started out as a little flash, a quick flame in a dark place,
Yet soon spread like wildfire, I could no longer contain it,
I saw who you are, the beauty on the inside, and on face,
A mark on the heart you left, an ever growing slit,
And all the sudden, “good morning†became my favorite phrase,
Finally, these words of power, to break an unshakable malaise.
There was another like me, who waited to long,
To regale his feelings, with the one he thought belonged,
I brought him back, and did all I could do,
It all worked out, but then I thought of you,
Was this a foreshadowing of if I waited,
All these words and thoughts, pushed and pushed and belated,
Until no time there would be, and all the words become faded.
It’s not too late, to say what I want though,
And I’ll be damned to hold these feelings back another day, lo,
I’ve longed to run my hands through your hair,
And to keep you close, and to show you that I care,
And that in your embrace, I know that everything will be fine,
To release this stress from my chest which slowly depresses me into the ground,
Into a pit so deep, I would never be found.
And if you say nay, so be it, your presence is enough,
I finally released these feelings, I’ll bite back on the bullet, no matter how tough,
Whatever makes you happy, whatever makes you smile,
I’ll do it the best I can, and it’ll at least lift my spirits for awhile,
To think back to the good mornings, I never knew I needed,
And to feel like a person again, instead of a soul in exile,
Wandering, lost, yet with a vision of hope, and knowing I never conceded.
