Mornings ...

Like the one ant that feels like fifty
I twitch and shake
At least I'm thankful
For I'm awake
Yet I question why I feel so
Answers they say I already know
I was never before this way
I stood tall no longer the case
I had fight, courage, belief
Now I coward, hide, no seek
Oh tell me why I shake, I'm weak
So afraid, timid I speak
Visions of demise have grown numb
Fatal thoughts of suicide dumb
A burden I wish not to become
My whining to stop, It's done
Get past this feeling
I will, no mistake
If I can hold on
Get past this quake
I want what I was once before
Shy confidence, ready to sore
Willing, trying, I explored
So what am I doing
How do I fix, reconnect
My mind knows
Yet has no affect
I tremble and shake inside
I know I can no longer hide
One or fifty little ants
Watch me move the rubber tree plant


             ...Take on the day! ...
                      WWIII