A monday
Empty
Tired
Yet somehow awake
Resetting the clock has gotten to me
Wants me to reset as well
Snow and sun both show themselves
Representative of what I am feeling inside
Unsure, flaky
Constantly questioning
Doubt constantly enters
What if…
Should I let go
Or build and go on
In the end the answer always is
Start feeling again
It is your inner world, your nervous system
That wants attention..
That thought always brings me comfort
Knowing it is all okay
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