Kiss The Fiddler

Ramblings, moments of humor, random thoughts, experiences, insights, simple wisdom, and whatever else I feel like sharing.

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Morning Comes Hard

Some days
after long nights
when it's still dark
morning comes hard.

Wakefulness comes
crushing in
upon my body
weighing down my dreams.

Breathing in,
breathing out,
pulling me
into the day.

Morning comes
beckoning me
to try again
no matter what.

Sun rises
over the Sapphires
coaxing me
into consciousness.

Pain pulses
through my body,
through my head.
Morning comes hard.

Morning comes.
I gather my strength.
I put down my feet.
And I start my day.


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