A fresh cup of coffee
in my hand
while in my head
are thoughts I can’t
quite understand.
I take a sip of the
hot frothy liquid
and for a brief moment
my spirit is lifted.
Sitting here alone
my mind starts to wander
back to pleasant times
for me to ponder,
away from my anxiety
and restlessness,
where I could
do things without feeling
the urge to confess.
In those days
everything seemed possible
and any problems
I encountered were
easily resolvable.
But now I feel
a great weight
holding me down
and it seems anything
I say is met with a frown.
How I wish I could
go back in time
to tell my young self,
savour it for
as long as you can,
for before you know it
you will wake up
some morning and see an old man.

Beautiful 💯
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