a good day.

Tue, 10/18/2016 - 23:17 -- kgould

the sun peeks over the rooftops

warming the sliver of horizon visible from my window

city pigeons transform into morning doves

silhouetted against soft yellow melting into blue

 

the air is chilling with every intake

the kind that makes your throat tickle

cold, but not biting

nothing a cup of hot coffee can't fix

 

my window invites a breeze

lace curtains billowing

wind whirling around the room

whisking away the featherlight

 

my pillow holds captured dreams

woven into the cotton fibers

dreams of creating, making, innovating

dreams i've held onto for ages

 

and

every fiber of me

wants to steal those dreams from my pillow

and make them

real

 

it is a new day

a new opportunity

to grow closer to my dream

 

to paint

to film

to photograph

to ink

 

to practice

 

because 

i am the only one that can make my dreams a reality

 

because

i believe anything is possible if you work hard enough for it

 

because

nothing changes

if 

nothing changes

 

when the sun sets over the distant mountains

when the doves take to their rooftop nests

when i climb into bed at night

i want to be able to say

 

i brought myself closer to my dream

it was a good day.

This poem is about: 
Me
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