Remembering

I guess I've always been a morning person...mornings give me hope...



I spent the early hours
remembering
what was lost
due to the drag
of the day by day death that we lead,
poison by slow-burning poison.

Startled from a dream
that flutters still
in the corners of my eyes,
I watched the sky begin to glow
and recalled the days
of crisp apple mornings
and gentle twilights,
when beauty was more than a word,
and every door was open.

And I realized
I've been living life backwards,
forgetting,
unlearning,
catatonic and cold.

But this is spring,
and now it's morning,
and I remember
what it's like
to feel.