The dawn strides across my bedroom floor

Like a master with his whip

Light rays slither and snap

Pulling me from the comfortable womb that is darkness

Shoving me into wakefulness; the pains of the day

Sadness grabs at me

Enticing me back to the hazy peace of half-sleep

I fight to rise

A timeless struggle

Up

Up

I force myself

I stand; not proudly

But Profoundly

Going through the motions

The motions

Emotions

Rinse, repeat

Determination in lieu of strength

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