Tuesday Morning

I wake up each morning feeling pain,
hoping so greatly that I'll see the rain.
Open my eyes, take a look around,
finding what needs to be found.
Look up at the deep dark grey sky,
spread my wings wide open and fly.
To take things said, as a grain of sand,
listening, and trying to understand.
Paste a smile right on my little face,
forget the past, and try to erase.
To pretend that things will be okay,
try my hardest to numb my dismay.
Don't get discouraged when all fails,
every mistake opens up a new trail.
Life sometimes ends up being a mess,
no need to get worried or destressed.
Because each and every day is new,
live your life, it's all you have to do.
Don't worry about things that seem small,
remember to always smile and stand tall.
Life sometimes messy, a little derranged
on Tuesday morning, it'll surely change.