Walking out the door
Feeling stone-cold air
Rush into my nose
Taking a deep breath
Witnessing the moist air rising
Resenting.
Yet another day
of forcing myself out of bed
Out of my silky, warm sheets
Heaven, like pillows
led light-lit room.
Yet another day of
Listening to music
In hopes of boosting the day's spirits,
But instead feeling
Dissociated and alone.
Yet another day of practice,
Practice.
My only escape
From the feeling of despair
Feeling, of emptiness and estrangement
But instead
Brings this warm and cozy feeling
Of promise ahead of me.
What inspired me to write this poem was to show the reader how I feel most mornings leading up to after school when I do get to go and head out to practice. As of the themes I was exploring in the poem was, how although your day may be miserable most of the time a hobby can help a lot and helps you get through hard times. Never take things for granted. What personally helps me is baseball, just the smell of the freshly cut grass and recently raked dirt is enough to help me get out of bed every day.
"This poem speaks about life, day in and day out. It makes me feel like we are all coded to do the same thing day in and day out. Very Interesting poem."
--Victor Rivas