A niggling feel,
deep down hints.
Something is not quite right,
but no, the timing is still unripe.
The companions are absent,
the moment to meet yet unknown.
Only clue I’ve got,
is “plod, plod”.
The route ahead blurry,
path beyond stands invisible.
Nonetheless, fragile trust I hold,
to walk on with faith,
believe the cloudiness will soon pass me by.
I go forward,
stepping along the faintly outlined road.
I close my eyes,
counting silently to fifty.
Thoughts slowly clearing out,
my mind gradually blank.
A deep breath through the nose,
I exhale with my mouth.
Fresh air now within my lungs,
I turn my body left to right,
raise my arms high,
stretching the stiff body out.
Repeating the actions thrice,
I rotate my head,
relaxing the tight neck muscles.
Another round of breathing exercises,
I sense the tension leaving me,
a sensation named Relaxed.
Winter completes the final mile,
passing the baton over to Spring.
As Spring says her hi,
do give her a five.
Her optimistic presence brings much joy,
keeping the darkness at bay.
She drops little kisses,
lifting the spirits with hugs.
Welcome in Miss Spring with her smiles,
the gaieties comes on,
hi-ho, hi-ho, let’s all stand and cheer!
When you feel grumpy and your favourite latte can’t cheer you up;
a stranger’s smile does not work its magic on you;
and everything seems to be going wrong.
Your spirit is lying low,
the head feels heavy,
and the body aches.
Fear not, for I have a remedy.
A way to cure the ailing spirit,
to get infected with the smiling bug,
and your steps lighten naturally with gladness.
Fight fatigue and recharge,
hug Dream and hold her tight,
lie next to Bed and be embraced,
Tiredness soon depart,
Energy to be your next best friend.
The quiet humming from my computer,
interrupted by the occasional car zooming by.
Sounds of my breathing floats into my ear,
chattering going past.
My fingers plays music on my keyboard,
crafting a piece of art.
Thoughts weaved together,
in the stillness of the night.
When the sun rays bounce off the clear water surface,
whistling of the birds fills up the air.
The cold wind blows yet I feel only warmth,
I breathe in deeply,
naturally lifting my lips.
Happy thoughts flits through my mind ever so often,
silence seems like a blanket of peace.
I wake up each morning,
savouring each minute,
appreciating every second.
My life radiates, ever so bright.
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