The Returning
On waking, endurance, and insistence to remain
Every morning
the consciousness
reassembles.
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Out of the deep
nothingness of sleep
the thoughts
gather like heavy ink,
staining the clean page
of the day.
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If your spirit
is ready,
the mind moves quick
into the bright light,
ready to grasp
the hours.
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But if the soul
is burdened,
if it feels too heavy
to lift from the mattress,
there is still
a stubborn pulse
insisting that you stay,
that you continue.
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It demands
nothing from you.
It does not care
if you are strong
or if you are broken.
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It only asks
that you exist,
every morning,
whether you are ready
or not.
About the Creator
Tim Carmichael
Let your becoming be louder than your fear, and your smallest steps become the road you once thought impossible to walk. An Appalachian poet and cookbook author my book Beautiful and Brutal Things is on Amazon, Link š
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