Thursday morning, feeling drained
Keeping my negative thoughts contained.
Tight in the shoulders, a pain in the neck
No time for yoga to place that in check.
Skipping a shower, I run out the door
Fuck this shit, I’m bedraggled & sore.
Into the sunshine, it’s a brand new day
Moaning & groaning will never pay.
To Poetry Ireland, we’re having a jam
Preparing for our forthcoming poetry slam.
Faith In The Ripple Effect 