Wake Up

Haven’t you been tired?
Waking up 30 minutes before the alarm rings.
It’s just long enough to fall back asleep.
Eyes sealed with caked loneliness,
Dust suspended in an unending dawn.

Wake up!
Smell the roses!
Today is going to be a great day!

But not for you.

Their smiles build a cage of pristine white veneers.
The laughter is a casket of cacophony
suffocating and claustrophobic.
The good mornings are cloying and
Saccharine, Chanel No. 5 at a Victorian funeral.

Get better, you rage
The heat filling your nose,
Ozone and flame.

Your hand pounds your broken
brain,trying to beat your destruction
Into submission.
But your mind ignores the Morse
code message.

S
O
S

If only your mind was a telegraph.
Simple. Easy to understand.
Built to communicate.
Powered by electricity.

Instead, it is a Saturn 5 rocket.
Powered by spit and ingenuity.
Delicate yet explosive.
A testament to your brilliance.

You stand at the foot
of the launch pad.
Gazing up in
awe and majesty

Remembering the astronauts who
cremated in the capsule.
Remembering the failed launches
and the explosions on the pad.
Remembering the stillness of a
space walk, all alone for thousands
of miles.

You turn away,
a hidden smile consumes your face.
For you know that tomorrow,
You take to the stars.