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??

🥐