Everything Looks Different in the Morning

Joy Alicia Raines

Everything Looks — and thank god dissolved into the Everything looks — and how wonderful million shades of me. Weak to all

Everything looks — and I can’t tell weight burrowed spat emotion without do I feel this way?”

No matter the night, there will be light

— and thank god for that because last night my body dissolved into the gushing cold winds and dotted sky.

Everything looks different in the morning

— and how wonderful that is, when the evening crept its million shades of grey and black onto my skin, smothering me. Weak to all but sleep.

Everything looks different in the morning

— and I can’t tell you how nice the morning is after the weight burrowed in my chest, after my eyes fogged, after I spat emotion without control, after my salty lips spoke, “Why do I feel this way?”

No matter the night, I can guarantee, there will be light in the morning.