Tears fall into a pool
on my pillow
while my mind attempts
to join my body
for an evening of rest

It’s not the best night
for a mutual agreement

Instead, my stomach
entertains a live
basketball game
where thoughts dribble
and strategy is weak

The score, you ask?
It’s looking like a blowout
not in my favor

but I now see the sun
peeking into a new day
I’ve made an appointment
to get my attitude colored

I believe highlights of
optimism would be an
appealing change

then I’ll start to pave
a new path and
be on my way

LScott © 2013