life is hard enough
without the need
to start over
every damn day.
i wake, tired,
out of touch
with myself,
and i have
to toss aside
the grogginess
the desire
to not be awake
and remember
who i am
and why
it’s important
to me
to wake the fuck up
and be alive
now,
not
waiting for a moment
that might not
happen at all,
right now
right here,
wake up
and live
my life
on my terms
refusing
to be swallowed
yet again
by the dark
nothingness
that can wait
until
i die.
until then,
being alive
being awake
isn’t easy
but it’s not
that hard.