exhibit weaknesses i despise in myself.
this pithy insecurity is never
if i would realize the mornings are worth my time
for they never disappoint
i would see the beauty in the tones of our skin.
forever have i languished in this tropic of complainsville
and let my mind dwindle on the scores of rust eves
when i waste one more hour on the computer
and ignore entirely the skies begging me to sleep.
for tomorrow's morning glow beckons
me to join.
fresh again to start the day with gray
then flamingo pink and finally brilliant orangered
to blast away all that doesn't matter
like the gavel and the spitfire.
in the awe