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My Usual Morning Wake and Then a Cup of Coffee to Wipe it All Away (Prose Poetry) 

Missy is a unique writer who enjoys inviting her readers into her thoughts through her poetry and other topics of discussion.  


A Welcome Into My Process of Writing Prose

Does a poem just ever spring up in your mind, maybe with some words you have muttered to yourself as you were waking up in the morning? Well, this was my inspiration for this prose poem.

When I woke this morning, my initial thought was the words I wrote in the first few lines of this poem, and like many times before, I would then want to jot them down if I felt they would turn into a piece that would be interesting. Of course, it turns personal within my process, but I like that. It is a type of spiritual release for me. One I welcome, because If I let my negative, or sad thoughts simmer, then I may become depressed.

Actually, this turned into memories of some of my depression days. It started off innocent enough. I think most of us wake sometimes to the dread of another day and night of the same routine. However, subsequently, it just decided to write itself. Remembering pinned up feelings I had from other days and mornings when I didn't know how to self medicate by writing poetry.

I think we all struggle here at times. Even so, I have learned to channel my struggle into my poetry, and in turn, my poetry writing has found me my strength. I hope you enjoy my prose!


Her Morning Recite

And she woke. It was hard, but she rose and wiped her eyes. She wondered if she could make it through another day - another night.

And she felt condemnable. She was guilty for even thinking this way. You know - with all the other sufferings that go on in this screwed-up place.

And she wanted to run. Run away from reality of her own life. She wanted to run, but where would she go. She was never lucky enough to find a true place of her own.

And she looked around - in the same-old place in this same-cold town. Never had she fit here, and still somehow she was stuck in this devil’s den.

And she wished, but what can a wish do... All the ones she sent had been stranded halfway there. No lucky stars caught her wish on their way up heaven’s stairs.



And she took a deep breath in, then sighed. The fight is becoming more difficult just to find the strength to survive.

And she slapped her face and hated herself. She has two beautiful children who need her health.

And she knows she’s sick. A middle-aged woman who has let this world trap her in a place of no wealth.

And she wonders, what it would have felt like to be normal, although, common was never what she really wanted.

And she supposed this was why she had found a destiny of many haunts, and a life of broken dreams, because strange things... no one wants.


© 2017 Missy Smith


Missy Smith (author) from Florida on March 06, 2017:

Exactly Shyron, this is the way I release stress. I am so thankful that I found poetry and that others are intrigued to read it. Thank You! :)

Shyron E Shenko from Texas on March 02, 2017:

Beautifully said Missy,

Stare down the depression

Don’t let it bring stress

Write what you feel

Let your words bring you rest

And you will then pass the test

Blessings my friend

Missy Smith (author) from Florida on February 25, 2017:

When someone says they can relate to me and then say they will send me blessings through prayer, well, that's always the highest compliment I could ever receive, and I thank you, Lambservant! :)

Missy Smith (author) from Florida on February 25, 2017:

And thank you for reading my personal expressions, Whonu. I appreciate it so much. :)

Missy Smith (author) from Florida on February 25, 2017:

Writing has really been a blessing for me too, Dana. Thank you!

Shannon Henry from Texas on February 24, 2017:

I whole-heartedly agree!

Lori Colbo from United States on February 24, 2017:

I could very well have written such a poem. I know exactly those feelings. You expressed yourself very well. I am praying for you. We share some common struggles. May God bring you strength and reveal His love to you. We are sisters in the battle.

whonunuwho from United States on February 24, 2017:

Missy our words on paper help us all overcome sadness and things in our lives which we do not totally understand. Thank you for sharing and expressing your feelings. Blessings. whonu

Dana Tate from LOS ANGELES on February 24, 2017:

I can relate to this poem. Sometimes I feel like I'm trapped. Trapped in an imperfect world, trapped in an imperfect body, trapped in pain. But then I release it all in everything I write and then I say...ahhh!!!

Missy Smith (author) from Florida on February 24, 2017:

Hey Venkat, yes, I do remember reading about your lovely wife and her sadness. It seems to be some of our destiny even though we may have had people who love us a lot. I know you loved your wife, and I'm sure she loved her life with you, even if she felt lost at times. Pain can go deeper than our love for others. Take care!

Missy Smith (author) from Florida on February 24, 2017:

Thank you so much, Ms. Dora! :)

Missy Smith (author) from Florida on February 24, 2017:

I think about that a lot, Bill. I think more of us than not who write, know circumstances of some deep pain. However, I think it works in our favor. :)

Thanks for reading!!

Missy Smith (author) from Florida on February 24, 2017:

Hey Jodah. Yes, you picked out the lines that are more like poetry, in my opinion. I had to stick in some thought-provoking majestic lines somewhere. :) I liked writing this, and I am glad to know you, and the others whom have taken the time to read it like it too.

Missy Smith (author) from Florida on February 24, 2017:

Yes, I do agree with you, threekeys. I feel like I am moving and flowing. I'm glad you picked up on that. A lot of times, people think when you write out your sadness or woes, you just want pity, but that is far from what mine is all about. So, thank you for getting it!! :)

Missy Smith (author) from Florida on February 24, 2017:

Hi Hari, your analogy is beautiful, and thanks so much for the blessing of your eyes to read my thoughts. Peace and Love :)

Missy Smith (author) from Florida on February 24, 2017:

Thank you, Shan. I'm so glad you liked this one. It was free flowing, and I felt good while writing it. I didn't put much thought into it, and sometimes, this is the best way to write, because we come up with some of our finest pieces. Wouldn't you agree? :)

Venkatachari M from Hyderabad, India on February 24, 2017:

Very nice work, Missy. I can understand the feelings and the situation. Because, I experienced my wife in these moods often. She never felt herself fit in this corrupt world and often experienced loneliness in spite of my support and children.

Dora Weithers from The Caribbean on February 24, 2017:

I like knowing how the thought initiated. Glad that you followed through and presented such a good read.

Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on February 24, 2017:

Powerful stuff here, my friend. Hauntingly sad for sure, but then I suspect a great many writers are sad, or haunted, or both. Thank you for sharing a part of you with us all.

John Hansen from Gondwana Land on February 24, 2017:

I love this stanza, Missy: "And she wished, but what can a wish do... All the ones she sent had been stranded halfway there. No lucky stars caught her wish on their way up heaven’s stairs."

I also sometimes wake up with an idea for a poem, or maybe just a verse playing in my head and have to write it down before I forget. Well done.

threekeys on February 24, 2017:

I enjoyed this style missy. And funny thing was, while the words relate sadness, to me I felt that your life force was moving, flowing and ready to meet life.

Hari Prasad S from Bangalore on February 23, 2017:

Beautiful sadness. Very well done.

Happiness is like a cracker,

Sadness is like an incense stick.

One is brilliant but short,

Other lingers on, even after its burnt and lost.

Shannon Henry from Texas on February 23, 2017:

Very nice, Missy. Your style for this one, I mean, and the way you let the words flow hauntingly onto the paper. There are those who see no point in expressing sadness or regret , but I too find that it can be releasing. And that others often relate even if it isn't in quite the same way I intended.

As for personal connections I see here to your words. . .The way you were inspired. Random things I say or think to myself often turn into poetry or some kind of prose. So do things other people say to me. I've also lived in towns and places I felt I never really fit in. For me, it was often a very lonely existence. And your words in feral were, as I said, haunting. I could feel them enough that I could conjure up memories of times I maybe felt that way. I liked this one. Anything powerful enough to make readers feel something is always great to me.

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