Reaching for the Sun

A morning poem on healing, cats, and resilience

Sunlit rest before the day; Photo by Rose Galloway Green on Unsplash

Softness glides up,
wet nose on my cheek—
morning come at last.

Time to waken,
rise to greet the day;
minutes sliding fast.

Just a moment
to hold in this space—
precious ones draw near.

Skritches for them,
kisses all around;
purring fills my ears.

Blessed wee ones,
they soothe my spirit,
show me that I’m loved.

Leave my worries
for a while longer—
all the hurt I’ve lugged.

Doesn’t matter
in this sacred space;
focus on presence.

Right now, to bask
in their gentle warmth—
embrace this essence.

No matter loss
or wounds that haunt me,
this I can’t forget:

to move forward,
harness light and love,
cast aside regret.

I greet the day’s
possibilities,
reaching for the sun.

Happiness now—
a mere breath away;
journey has begun.

—Liora 💜

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Happy Friday!

Things have been heavy lately, and I’ll be sharing more about that in my upcoming post Feeling F.I.N.E.

This morning reset was just what I needed to find a little balance again, to breathe, to reach out, and to embrace hope. Thank you for being here with me.

What great things will your day bring?

Thanks for reading this poem. If my work here speaks to you and you’d like to support it:
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