Another Day

The kettle hums,
the street wakes up,
and somewhere a bird
has no idea
what went wrong with my life.

The light comes through the window
like it always does,
touching the dirty glass,
the empty cup,
the clothes I left on the chair.

It doesn't ask
if I slept well.
It doesn't care
what I lost yesterday.

A river doesn't complain
about the stones in its way.
It bends,
it passes,
it keeps no record.

Maybe that's enough.

Not everything needs a reason.
Not every bad day
needs to become a lesson.

Leaves fall.
Rain comes.
People leave.
Things break.

Then morning arrives
without an apology.

It’s new dawn
It's a new day.

Not better.
Not worse.

Just new.

And maybe life
was never asking me
to win.

Maybe it only said:

Walk when there is a road.
Rest when you are tired.
Let go when something is gone.

The sky will change
with or without me.

So I get up,
open the window,
and breathe.

Same world.
Same mess.

Another day.