I awake from the night,
Taken away from Morpheus’ arms,
The new day calls.
I gently arise from my bed,
Stand up straight.
This is a good start,
I am still in this world.
I walk downstairs,
Walk slowly but not stumbling,
That too is good,
I am mobile,
I feel good,
Feel ready to face the day ahead.
I may not be full of vim and vigour
But I am full of words,
Those words come onto this page
And as long as I can write them,
All is well in my world.