Unsheathe Your Pen

Who will you be today?

Photo by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash

The morning opens up
in little hands of golden sunshine
and bends over me as if to say:

Who will you be today?
Shall you seize your passion
as a warrior unsheathes their sword?
Or will you fall from grace,
mind unwinding from the image
of your own face?

It is your choice, little one.

So I slough off sleep,
sit down at my desk bleary-eyed
with a magical bean elixir warm upon my lips,
and unsheathe my pen.