Better Dayz

I keep staring at my phone, praying that a message carrying good news pops up.

In the dead of night, I stare at the stars hoping to find meaning and clarity for my recent restlessness.

During the scorching midday sun, I bathe my thoughts with its burning essence, sensing the dawn of a new timeline.

At dawn, the silky rays give beams of hope, a conviction that change is coming.

I open my heart; inside, I find glimmers of gratitude and grace.

I have sent many letters to the universe; I have burning desires tattooed in my being, clouding my innocence with utter obsession.

Obsession that one day, the dice will roll and I’ll get my six.

At night, I cuddle the pillow tightly; I’m saving myself from drowning in the deep abyss of loneliness.

A price I have to pay for trying to be better: The hero I promised my younger self. 

The dreams I have have grown fiercer, so I stretch my hands to reach the ceiling.

 As my eyes blink in exhaustion, I say a little prayer, sigh, and shut my eyes. Tomorrow will be a better day.