Same Old Sunrise
it ripples this watery photograph
so thin I can feel the other side
yet I drown I lose faith
I pour myself into a paper cup
too heavy to hold so I burst I fall into the crevices
of this still born life this non-sterile guide
to being who we are how we feel
in peaks and valleys and hidden rivers
while a mountain of imperfections
stays seated on my skull
and I cannot untangle the riot of whys
in the strands of my hair
so I drink down the what ifs
and I choke on tomorrow
and the same old sunrise
and I take a deep breath
and I enjoy the scenery
9 responses to “Same Old Sunrise”
Beautiful, Nicole Marie
Nicole! This is awesome!
Thank you, twindaddy 🙂
You write pictures Nicole, and this one is a beautiful work of art.
Wow, thank you so much Kim. That means a lot to me. So glad you liked it.
All I see are pyramids of your awesomeness. Maybe that’s what you’re mistaking for mountains.
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