the morning woke me up, with pretty flowers

[thegrudgepoet]

I had funny dreams last night
I twisted in my hot sheets, and I pulled myself down.
I smelled like gracious soap when I woke
and even my eyes
were clear,
now they're clearer.
I may not have everything figured out for us
for myself;
but I will still smile, not broken
but better than we have been in a long time. I will
try to see the beauty in what you do
not to be like you, but to be better. But to be
better than this sorry wilting flower
I have let myself become. This morning,
the sun was so beautiful, it chased me down.
It spit at me from cheap blinds and raced
across my shut face,
and I swear love
we bowed.