Therapy Bits

In the soft glow of dawn, the alarm clock blared,

A jarring reminder of dreams unprepared.

With a groggy eye squint, I reached for the light,

But the day had conspired to give me a fright.

The coffee, once brewing, now simmered away,

The kettle had whispered a scandalous "nay."

I fumbled through cabinets, my hopes in a grind,

Only to find that my patience had signed.

The toast in the toaster, it took a quick dive,

Beneath the charred edges, I wondered if I’d thrive.

A smudge on the window, the world looked askew,

And the cat on the counter? Oh, what did she do?

My clothes, a distortion of mismatched design,

In a whirlpool of chaos, I struggled to shine.

I tripped on my shoelaces, fell hard to the floor,

And muttered in frustration, “What else is in store?”

Yet outside the chaos, the sun made its rise,

With colours that painted the Gray in the skies.

I paused for a moment, took a breath deep and wide,

And found in the turmoil, a buoying tide.

For life’s little hiccups, while rocky at best,

Can lead to a journey, a treasure-draped quest.

So as I stepped out, with the world in my sight,

I welcomed the morning, for all of its plight.

Though the start may be bumpy, unpredictable too,

I’ll dance with the chaos, embrace what is new.

For in every misstep, a lesson must lie,

And a heart that finds laughter will always comply.