Morning’s first..

with each breath I drift awake,
toward a new day as night brakes;
dreamy realms, tempt me to stay,
but reality will be better today.

on the bed, I lie without doubts,
like a boxer ready for the bout;
as the sun’s rays ring the bell,
I trudge into what might be hell.

as eyelids slowly come to life,
a world shines, new hopes rife;
in just a breath, I find my feet,
joyful steps, the world to meet.

Linked with OctPoWriMo (Day 10, Morning Muse)

(’12, Oct 10)

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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