Familiar, Yet Unfamiliar
The fizzle of the stereo
It has become a familiar tune
The faded sounds of the newscasters
Reporting the numbers each noon
Flipping through the news, just like a breeze
Frantic comparisons of our nation’s progress
I have since become immune to these
As they blare daily from the devices in my grandmother’s room
Unlocking my phone, on my bed I turned
Scrolling through messages
Choosing which I could reply, with eyes half-opened
Flipping a coin in my head
Wondering if I should make my bed
I then decide
Whether to have breakfast or brunch
Either way
I was going to have a munch
I tiptoe down the stairs
Cautious with poise
As I have subconsciously learned
To walk without noise
I grab some toast
Slinking back, without an echo of a single voice
I start most of my days with music
To get my day started, be gone thoughts that are sick!
I check my to-do list
To determine what is amiss
Whether I am sharing my thoughts, unfiltered
Whether I am picking from a list of topics
Whether I am analysing the music I love
Whether I am writing for myself or someone else
I write
After addressing my walls
I schedule to post, my feelings raw
Checking my to-do list once more
Which spans 1 feet tall
The fizzle of the stereo
It has become a familiar tune
But my approach day-to-day changes
Depending on what arises
Should I fight
Or should I give in
— it varies in stages
But till then
I work with what I have
I am on the mend
And I will fight till the end
