Tick tock tick tock. I observe as the clock
above hums the storm that brews within.
‘Pull your socks up,’ I reprimand myself.
The sky above a shade of periwinkle blue,
reminds me, day is fresh as morning dew.
‘Choices are crossroads’ I manage a smile.
Scent of apple butter and double espresso
revives from a long day’s work and ruined
hopes. ‘Remember, slow and steady, wins
‘and writing is when words bleed on page.’
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Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads