The morning
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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