Rude awakening
And frankly; all too soon
It's unnatural to be up before the sun begins it's daily streak across the sky
No, I am not a morning person
Nor usually a mourning person
(unless the occasion calls for it)
But I feel it deep in my bones at 5am
My usual reluctance is compounded by the repetitive verse swinging around in my mind
I don't want to go to work
It's a lackluster feeling
Blunt truth after the demise of my resilience
And I hit the snooze
Yup, more than once
I hit it
Wishing it would snatch back a few hours
So i could muster the fire to keep going
But the morning is here to greet me
And other people's problems await
Time to pack away my own crisis of confidence
And paint on some determination to brave the day
I'm still here
I'm still alive
It counts for something
The snooze beckons me from my bed a final time
No more delays
or stalemates
Minutes have mounted
Ticked away
As time is wont to do
And that wee small thought is like a caress
That sees me through
The first day is the worst day
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