The First Thought

gray0328

 

The morning begins, half-lit,  

drenched in the residue of dreams,  

we stumble into the day's kitchen,  

coffee brewing, toast waiting to pop,  

each thought perched, teetering on  

the rim of possibility, half-full or  

half-empty, the mind's cup balancing  

between sunshine and the abyss.  

 

It's a choice, really, this first sip,  

how we digest the hours ahead,  

whether the neighbor's hello is  

a chorus or a question, the sky's  

blue a promise or a taunt, the  

pavement beneath our feet an  

invitation or a trap door waiting  

to swing open with each step.  

 

Beware, if that first thought lingers  

too long in the shadows, if the  

morning light feels like interrogation,  

and every honk, every face on  

the street is a conspiracy, the city  

an unfurling map of treachery,  

it's easy to get lost in the tangle  

of worries, the abyss calling softly.  

 

But remember, the choice is yours,  

to tilt the glass toward the light,  

to find the warmth in a stranger's  

smile, to hear music in the traffic,  

to see the city as a canvas, each  

moment a brushstroke, every  

step a dance, the cup half-full,  

brimming with the promise of day.

  • Author: gray0328 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 9th, 2024 10:40
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Caring dove

    An engaging writing .. nice , and interesting poem ,

    • gray0328

      Thanks for sharing your feedback, I appreciate you taking time to read my work

    • sorenbarrett

      I enjoy a glass half full it still has flavor and nourishment. A wonderful message of positivity.

      • gray0328

        Thanks Soren , I appreciate your positive response to my positive poem.



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