Continuing

The kettle whistles.
Morning repeats its tune.
Hands rehearse the ritual:
coffee, toast.

Routine anchors me.

Coffee mug familiar,
handle cradles perfectly.

The plant reaches.
Neglected yesterday,
still persists.

Blinds open,
day seeps in.
Inhale, exhale.
Room expands, barely.

Street corner waits at 7.
Feet trace the familiar.
Old echoes.
Coffee surprises me today.
It's good.

Continuing is enough.

Still here.
That's the win.

Today feels lighter,
despite everything.

--Vera