A Good Day

A poem

I wake up this morning, before the sun rises To familiar sounds of birds singing

I rise with new energy, I hear my soul whisper It’s a new day

I stir with a smile on my early morning face I feel divine blessings, coursing through my veins I’m up knowing it’s going to be a good day

I sit on my bed, staring at my open window The poetic bug sparks and beckons me to my brand new diary — A gift from an uncle

I carefully flip open, my unexplored confidant And the scent of virgin pages, fill my eager lungs

Illegible cursive begins to note My prophetic visions Of a good day to be.

Thank you Suntonu Bhadra for this publication, reminds me of when I first started writing and of course apologies for my illegible handwriting!