Every morning turns into the same familiar loop — wake, work, school, repeat. People call it laziness when weariness weighs heavy, but only the one carrying it truly knows. No need to explain yourself anymore; instead, carry the tiredness along, live fully anyway, and craft happiness in your own quiet way.
The dark of night accompanied my new day,
I wish to wait for the first morning light,
Though I know that waiting means…
I’m late for work!
Yet I’m still glued to my bed,
Warmth in my blanket,
While my little princess still comfortably sleeping in the other bed.
My brain is telling me to wake up,
While my heart wants to sleep a little bit longer.
5 minutes more,
Then another 5 minutes more,
In the end,
I’ll be racing with time again and again.
I can’t remember the last time I woke energetic and ready for the day.
Jumping out of bed out of excitement — that feeling has been long gone.
Now it is the era of survival:
Every loop repeats, unending,
Every ache mistaken for laziness by those who never walked this road.
But why bother explaining?
No answer fits every question they ask.
I just keep moving — prioritise myself first sometimes,
Fight for my little one’s future,
Break free from old chains that held me years.
Live fully alongside the tiredness,
And make a new kind of happiness —
One slow, steady morning at a time.
Survival isn’t weakness, it is strength that keeps showing up. The loop stays, but you change how you walk it — with your princess beside you, ignoring judgements, and turning ordinary tiring mornings into steps toward something better.
