Good morning mitigation
There is no good morning without you,
the first thought entering my mind
as I wake up each morning
to a new day full of battles,
trials, tribulations and ordeals,
while you, my solace, are my bandage,
dressing up my wounds
each night of love, as I come bleeding
home after the day’s defeats,
a wounded soldier lost in life.
Will this sore suffering existence ever heal?
I doubt it, but as you are there
each night and morning dressing up my wounds
at least there is some hope, relief and mitigation.