-A New Day-

Here are the four walls again, 

posing with photos of memories

Keeping them secure with bent nails.

Here is my table, my brush my perfume

Here is my chair, my couch, my little room,

Oh my comfort zone

My womb...

Here is my little window

Letting the sun in like a prize

Betraying this reality.

And as I lazily open my eyes,

Everything I can hold, 

becomes breakable

Everything I am told

is now mistakable

ZM