Good Morning You Chaotic Miracle
Your alarm goes off six times before you actually move
phone buzzing across the nightstand like it’s trying to escape the day
You swat at it, curse the sun
knock over a half empty glass of water and that book you swore you would finish in May
Blanket tangled around your legs like a heavy weight
hair sticking up in directions that defy all logic
You finally stagger upright
stare at yourself in the mirror
mutter something unprintable
then manage a crooked hello.
The sink is full, the laundry hamper is overflowing
your plant looks one bad week away from tapping out for good
You microwave coffee you forgot you poured an hour ago
sniff it, shrug, decide it is fine
stand in the same spot longer than you should
Your brain starts its usual list of accusations
every mistake you’ve ever made
every message unanswered, every dream on pause
Then your cat headbutts your shin
your playlist hits an old favorite
and for one tiny second you forget to keep score.
You think you have to earn your existence with productivity and grace
with a spotless kitchen and a perfect grin
You forget that just dragging your tired self into another sunrise counts as winning before the day even begins
You wake up looking like a cautionary meme and still manage to be the best part of someone’s incoming spin.
Good morning, you chaotic miracle, hair wild
shirt inside out, heartbeat still refusing to quit
You survived another night in this mess of a world
and that alone is enough, you stubborn misfit
We can worry about emails and dishes and destiny after coffee and a small laugh at this whole bit
Good morning, you chaotic miracle, you woke up again
and I am stupidly glad you did.
You trip over your own boots on the way to the door
spill crumbs down your front
send a text that reads “I am on my way
” You forget your keys, go back, forget your wallet
go back, forget why you walked into the kitchen
nearly stall
Then you notice the light through the window hitting the chipped mug just right
making the dust in the air look like some cheap magic trick
And for half a breath, you just stand there, existing
not fixing, not rushing, letting the morning run slow.
You beat yourself up for not being organized
for needing lists, alarms, reminders
for losing the thread
Meanwhile the people who love you are out here thrilled you still pick up when they call
still send dumb memes
still turn up in your own crooked rhyme
They do not see a failure
they see a person who keeps going even when every step feels like climbing wet stairs covered in slime.
Good morning, you chaotic miracle, hair wild
shirt inside out, heartbeat still refusing to quit
You survived another night in this mess of a world
and that alone is enough, you stubborn misfit
We can worry about emails and dishes and destiny after coffee and a small laugh at this whole bit
Good morning, you chaotic miracle, you woke up again
and I am stupidly glad you did.
One day maybe your room will be cleaner
your inbox smaller
your schedule less like a joke with no punchline
Or maybe not
maybe you will always be this whirl of half finished art and overcooked pasta and texts that arrive at nine
Either way
your value is not tied to how polished your morning looks or how well your life matches some imaginary design
You are here, breathing, trying
caring in ways you never give yourself credit for
and that is more than fine.
Good morning, you chaotic miracle
dragging yesterday’s worries into a new sunrise and still finding ways to laugh and care
You check on friends, you feed pets
you turn up to work or school or whatever fresh nonsense waits there
Even when your own heart feels heavy as a cement block
you still find room in your pockets for other people’s despair
Good morning, you chaotic miracle, you woke up again
and the world is better off with you in the chair.
Next time you look in the mirror and see nothing but flaws and fatigue staring back through the glass
Hear my voice in the background saying “good morning
you chaotic miracle
one more day with you is worth this whole wild mess.”