Awaken from my slumber.
The morning filled with night.
Gathering my things, I go about my way.
My time filled with emptiness.
The struggle begins; I will not be defeated.
I progress; wondering what the day will bring forth.
Rush, rush, rush; everything done today because it must.
The day is filled, never really accomplishing much.
The tone set by those around, much is to be desired.
Focusing forward, the day is what I make of it.
I choose to make a difference; not in their life, but mine.
The day is complete.
To the emptiness I return.
Soon loneliness turns to joy.
I am greeted with open arms by those I love.
A pleasant reminder, that there are those that still care.
Our time is filled with company.
All too soon our time together must end.
Memories will frequent my mind with a fondness.
Tomorrow is not promised, but I wait with bated breath; that those I love will be there to join me.
I return to my slumber.