Living in the mess
through the dusty tracks surviving
a messy bun of your hair
a messier heart still thriving.
Hoping against hope
climbing against the slope
in the mundane routine dreaming.
Through the 9 to 5 wishing
the empty travelogues calling
the unread novels pilling.
The alarm on your bedside blaring
don’t snooze dismiss its time you started flourishing!
In response to writing prompt : Flourish