Every Morning Feels The Same Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro

Every morning feels the same
She can barely notice the afternoon
In the evening, her thoughts do not tame

The evening lights blink away
Maybe they were stars or just projected ones
But she loved watching them anyway

She listens closely to the world
It reeks of noise, hurt, and seclusion
She wants to dance for life, instead she coils

Illusions, delusion, imaginary endings
They deceive, cut her and make her tear
Days pretend but they damage every mending

Behind the scared woman that she is
Lies a little girl who’s still hoping, believing
A little girl who still dreams

When will change arrive
For every ounce of sad to depart
At least for now she manages, she can survive