Today, I woke up.
Grateful to see another day.
Yet, I still had the guts to complain.
Worries condemned me.
Yesterday was rough.
A day like every other day, it seems.
I found myself struggling once again
to find purpose and meaning.
Repeated insecurities, I suppose.
Tomorrow hasn’t arrived yet.
I wonder what it will be like
if I live to see another day but
wandering mind aside,
I am thankful for today.
I get to breathe one more time.