The Power of Knowing

The chaos of the morning comes

Children laughing, screaming,

Searching for lost socks that lie around.

The struggles of the other one beside

To greet the day, make their way,

Dragging up their feet to meet the ground.

The choice is put before me once again,

Will I feel the weight and fight or simply fly?

It’s where the comfort of knowing must be found.

If I know it will be hard, if I try, if I force

My way out of this warm cocoon

Then surely any peace must die.

If I know it will be easy, standing tall

To greet the day, falling into my routine

No moment’s peace will pass me by.

Today I revel in the knowledge,

That every choice I make is mine,

Simple as a subtle sigh.

To live each day, not just survive it,

I surrender to this comfort,

Knowing, always knowing,

I will live, not just survive.