Up at Dawn
An Anthem
I know the right routine by now.
Wake up, open up the blinds
Let the morning light pour in
And wash away what’s left behind
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Lost and found: I look around
At all the relics from the storm–
Every token, some half-broken
Memories that kept me warm
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Breathing deep, I take a sip.
My fear is coffee on my lips
Whetting me for something new
Clearing away what I outgrew
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I'm entering my goddess era
And I know I should be scared of
All that held me back before
But I can't stay here anymore
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I know the way to clean my soul
An advocate for morning’s balm–
I’m taking back what darkness stole.
That’s why you’ll find me
Up at dawn
About the Creator
Joelle E N
Poet & Storyteller ✨
Her heart was made of liquid sunsets 🌅 - Virginia Woolf
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