Restart

In the midst of my failures

and the tears I let to fall

because of these, because of these.

I yearn for hope.

A new beginning fresh

like a morning dew

kissing the leaf, from the tip to the root

A new beginning.

To face the sun not to bury my regrets

But to let them soak in sunlight

and remember and say,

"This is how being alive feels like."

I look out, yearning,

with a cup of coffee and a plate of heartbeats

I wait now for the sun to flood the room.

This is hope, this is restart.