Speak

A day disappears in useless apathy. Heartbreak pummels my insides, it darkens even the bright, sunny  desert day, and the words fall from my listless arms, seeping into my quiet chair and leaving me heavy with emptiness. A small girl stands behind the screen saver, she knows I know she's there and waits patiently for my return. I see her from the corner of my eyes, mouth I'm sorry as I return to the cinder block around my ankles, choosing the distraction over over the work at hand. I go to sleep early, decide to start fresh in the morning. At dawn, take a deep breath and pull a small piece of paper from the envelope. Laugh and send my gratitudes to the day:

NO EXCUSES.