Mundane
Woke with the sun
Morning blurred
Coffee came
Breakfast went
Emails
Writing stuff
The day
Moving along
Pottered about
Not thinking
My routine
Guiding my day
My routine
Locking me in
And then…
And then…
Without warning
A wall
Invisible, perhaps just a metaphor
But still a wall
No way around
No way over
No way through
I stopped dead
I could see
The other side
I’d been there before
I knew the other side
Was where I needed to be
But the wall held firm
The wall,
Just killing my day
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