This Time Shall Pass Too

Some mornings I wake like an unplugged phone,
Battery drained, spirit half gone.
Mind says, “Maybe let’s quit today,”
Body replies, “We can’t — bills don’t delay!”

I drag my soul with a cup of tea,
Whispering, “Wake up, world — and me!”
My thoughts yawn wider than my mouth,
While dreams still sleep in a cozy drought.

But life’s not built on pause or nap,
It’s the rhythm of fall and then a clap.
We stumble, we crawl, we roll, we run —
And laugh when the day’s finally done.

Clouds may hover, storms may play,
But they can’t steal the next bright day.
The sun’s just behind, sipping its tea,
Warming up to smile at you and me.

So blink that tiredness, stretch that frown,
Wear your courage like a morning gown.
Because every dusk that dims your view
Whispers softly, “This time shall pass too.”

☀️ Thought to Ponder:
When life feels heavy and your energy’s thin — pour yourself some strength in a teacup, and let hope steep within.