Morning Rituals
by sharpmove
· 20/03/2026
Published 20/03/2026 18:10
The creak of my spine as I rise from the bed,
like an old wooden floor, where each step feels dread.
Pops and cracks sing an unsettling tune,
a chorus of mornings, an off-key monsoon.
Awake to the echoes, the sounds of my bones,
a reminder of aging, the weight of the stones.
In silence they whisper, each sound feels so clear—n
the symphony of morning, a routine I can’t steer.