In the morning light, as dawn breaks through,
I embrace a simple task, something I must do,
I make my bed with care, each crease aligned,
A ritual of strength, a habit well-refined.
For in this act, I find a hidden power,
To face the day, whatever may tower,
No matter what life throws my way,
I won't surrender, I won't dismay.
When challenges loom and burdens weigh,
A made bed reminds me, come what may,
That even amidst the chaos and strife,
I can conquer, I can thrive.
The sheets pulled tight, the pillows fluffed,
A symbol of resilience, of being tough,
Each fold a promise, each tuck a vow,
To stand tall, to face the here and now.
For in this space of tidy grace,
I lay the foundation, find my place,
A sanctuary of strength and peace,
Where doubts and fears find their release.
No matter the troubles that I may dread,
I won't crawl back in, hide under my spread,
Instead, I'll rise above, face the unknown,
With a made bed, I'll stand, I'll own.
So when the day ends, and night draws near,
I'll return to a bed, no longer to fear,
For the act of making, it instills within,
A spirit of courage, so I can always win.
Even if it is just for a moment…
When I make my bed, I know, tomorrow will be better…
#Story and photo by #FrankGCaruso #mentalhealth #courage #fears #facingtomorrow #peace
