I wish mornings would feel like
a kiss from seraphs in heaven,
when the cloudless blue sky would embrace my
skin in affection.
When the birds would sing and rejoice for
the beginning of endless opportunities.
When the tress would dance in harmony
as my madness comes and goes.
I wish mornings would feel like a home
rather than a house.
When people laze and bask in the glorious kiss
of golden rays from the sun.
When breads and coffee would triumph over
When the scent of coffee prevails over the
stench of a blazing blouse.
I wish mornings would be for gratitude,
passion, and smiles.
When people would be in jolly exuberance, rather than
digging for faults and lies.
When people would jump and sing
When they would leave all my flaws alone;
please spare my bubbles, unpopped.
I wish mornings would be for safe spaces
When my soul could fly and glide,
and my heart could be guilt-free.
When my lips could genuinely smile from ear-to-ear;
when my heart could flutter its wings, gracefully and unstirred.
Oh lord, I wish that my mornings would be a blessing.
That my eyes would wake blissful,
kissing new beginnings.
That my body could resuscitate from yesterday’s
curse and bat.
That my soul could finally be stitched
and mended from people’s wrath.