It’s Monday morning
🌅
Insecurities come rushing
out of my mind
like bats from a cave
🦇🦇🦇
Despite their speed
they don’t disappear
on the horizon
🌅
They dip and spin and swirl about,
nearly getting tangled in my hair
as I dip and dodge them,
waving my hands frantically
to no avail
🦇🦇🦇
They keep swirling
around my head:
a black storm
with flashing eyes
🌪
Their shrieks resound in my chest—
my heart pounds
slapped with the flaps of little bats,
waiting to brave the bright air
💔
I am suffocated but lonely
💔
How can I be steady
and where is my hope
with these liquid wings of darkness
painting my morning sky
with sinister storms?
🌪
A still, small voice pipes up:
☕️
Maybe it’s too much dark brew, sweetie…
How about a cheese croissant
to go with all that coffee??
🥐





