Anthracite

Breath rolls into me like a wave into a cove

my eyes flick towards an old, sometimes welcome friend

my head like a playground at 4 am

slowly the tap of thoughts open and dribbles

nice things at first of life and my kids

then like a jack booted Nazi other thoughts arrive

the soldiers line up behind my eyes ready for the fight

the welcome mist of comfort arrives right on que

as I win another war of who I really am

the strength of winning this treacherous war

enlightens my start and makes me want

the life I have is a good one

the pendulum called feet swing towards the floor

I stretch like a titan and take the air I want

another day is here just for me

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