Saturday

Cerulean, Box of 64

I create to-do lists,
using crayon and stress.
I set alarms to remind myself:
this will go down as another sleepless night.

I made it through.
Maybe the sun will shine
bright enough to point out
the flaws I've been trying to fix.

I will make it through
that too and when I do, I try
again, start again; my stress and crayon.
Maybe when I close my eyes I'll get it right.