Wake up

Wake up on Sunday morning. It is like having a dream. The feeling you feel in the morning. It is like a breath of air. Waiting up with the fresh breath of life. To start, a whole weak of fresh start. To fix what it was broken. It is like having another do-over in life. The feeling of hope came over me. I opened my eyes and thanked god for blessing me with another day. Hope that one day I will feel loved. The surrounding sound is quiet. I can hear the birds singing. This is a sound of Paradise. Or is it a sign that life will be ok with me? The moment I open my eyes, I feel a little overwhelmed. The sun is shining through my window. Brighten my room with the sunsets. The path is clear. The meaning of life is they. Just another blessed day. To be that person who loves life. Even when they had no light to guide me. But god always has a plan for me. My dark days are in the past. Now the clouds are always moved from. Sun is peeking at me. So it can brighten my day. With each star I see. I count all my blessed. Just remind me of how far I have come. So I am blessed for another day. This I am not looking back. Even when I put the clock back. With the holidays around the corner. The time pushed ahead. A sign of hope