A Poem For Your Monday

Hey, my friend,

Mondays can often feel heavy before the day even begins.

You might be rushing, running on little sleep, and already thinking about everything waiting for you.

But even in the middle of that, there can be small moments that make you stop and breathe. The poem below is about those moments.

You woke to an alarm that felt louder than it should,
and the blanket begged you to stay if only you could.
The coffee took too long, the toast came out burned,
and half your mind wished the clock could be turned.

The street outside was a blur of shoes and wheels,
and the air carried that Monday kind of feel,
a mix of hurry, of “I can’t be late,”
and the thought of deadlines that just won’t wait.

But then you noticed the smell of bread from the shop on the street,
and the warm morning sun brushing your cheek with its heat.
A memory from your childhood slipped into the air,
And for just a moment, you felt lighter there.

So maybe this Monday won’t be picture-perfect or neat,
but it might still hold small victories tucked in its beat.
And if you keep your eyes open, you might just see,
even in the rush, there’s room to simply be.

I hope you find those small, unexpected moments throughout the day so you can slow down and smile even when the day feels messy.

That is it for today, and see you tomorrow, my friend.

Take care,
Prasad Mairale
Petals of Positivity 🌸