These Words Are My Own
The city let out a long needed sigh, today.
I stepped out of my brownstone apartment this morning,
And as I walked down the well-worn street,
I felt a rush of exasperation blow past me,
Rustling bits of trash,
Stirring scarves,
Jostling hair.
I brush my bangs out of my face,
And loosen my jacket a bit.
The clean, crisp, warm air
wakes me from a cold, blind winter.
I feel a smile peek out of my mouth,
And I look up, taking in the beautiful morning.
I look back down,
And I grin to myself.
Today is going to be a good day.
It’s the first of many.
I can feel it.
Matty B.
