TORTOISE

I wake up with the surreal smell of contentment, stretching across all four walls of my room,

Realising that it has been almost a year, I suddenly surrender to the feeling of progress,

I smile gawking at the roof, as the air slowly becomes alive, I breathe in deeply, feeling it rush

Inside me and gushing against my delicate welcoming lungs

I can invite you back in my mind now without, being afraid,

I can place and leave you in a conversation without fearing the thought of your name

Or the manic depression it brought let alone the pain

I can look at our picture and smile at a period of my life

I rush out of bed some mornings,

 I crawl out most mornings,

But what I love about my mornings nowadays

Is that they begin, with a tired grunt and a grimace, and shortly after a smile amends my face

Ceaser Mata