The sun warms me as I softened from my sleepy posture,
My twisty, snake-like fingers uncoil.
As I toss & turn in my sleep, the cold nights don’t add warmth to my chilly body.
The birds sang their melodies, and I encouraged myself to breathe deeply.
I resolved to let go of my introspections and silently prayed to heaven.
“My over-spilled mind can’t function anymore.”
Facing up my palms and allowing the sand of responsibilities to rush through my fingers was the first act of bravery.
