Peace with Sunday

Greeting the gray morning, not wanting to,
Still immersed in dreams of jealousy.
Knowing what comes next,
But with inevitable anxiety,
I make a peaceful offering.

Finding my center, finding the ground,
Deep within myself, reluctant to leave,
Predicting the events that unfold,
Still twitching at times, still struggling,
I hold my earlier promise.

The day passes, I play my part duly,
I come out of the shell, unbothered,
Alert to the chemistry stirring,
I'm helpless to her calling,
But to the circumstances, honest.

Sunday, a day once dreaded,
The foreshadower of frustration,
Give me, now, air to last the week.
To accept, to learn to forgive,
Not to ask without giving, I'm learning,
Prove yourself as my ally in this.

And I'll wake, and walk tall, I will live,
With her by my side,
Or with nothing at all,
Come what may come,
Through seasons of sorrow or joy,
But with peace for every tomorrow.