This morning I smell of disinfectant.
This morning I’ve scrubbed my skin so hard it’s raw and red.
This morning I am hungry, my last meal a distant memory.
This morning by body is drained and depleted.
This afternoon there will be one less piece of me.
But, this morning there is a bright blue sky.
This morning is crisp and cool and clear, a new season.
This morning I am hopeful.
This morning I am ready, ready to move forward.
This afternoon there will be one less piece of me.
