"A Stumble at Dawn" The day was still quiet, the sky painted blue, I shuffled from bed, with much left to do. But fate had a plan, unseen and unfair, My toe met the bedpost—it didn’t play fair. A spark shot through me, sharp as a knife, In one fleeting moment, it startled my life. I clutched at my foot, the tears gathered fast, The morning’s betrayal, a shadow it cast. Oh, the mornings that stumble, the beds that betray, A single small moment can shape all we say. But even through sadness, a soft light may glow, For tomorrow will find me—renewed as I go. With every small step, a reminder remained, Of the clash with the corner, the pain it had claimed. The simplest of tasks felt heavy and slow, As my spirit grew weary, my heart sank low. The laughter of others felt distant and thin, Like I stood on the outside, unable to grin. A stumble at dawn shaped how I would see, The world in a haze, not bright as could be. Oh, the mornings that stumble, the beds that betray, A single small moment can shape all we say. But even through sadness, a soft light may glow, For tomorrow will find me—renewed as I go. Yet as daylight faded, a thought softly grew, Tomorrow’s a canvas, with colors anew. Though mornings may falter and toes may still ache, The strength to endure is the step I will take. Oh, the mornings that stumble, the beds that betray, A single small moment can shape all we say. But even through sadness, a soft light may glow, For tomorrow will find me—renewed as I go. And so, with the night, I laid down my grief, Found peace in the stars, a quiet relief. For though corners may linger with plans unforeseen, Each dawn is a chance to rise from between.