Morning comes but I don’t want it.
Turn back, inward and rest before
rays of light no longer leave me be.
Small aching swirls the bottom of my belly
feet twitch and ankles roll, preparing for
cool ground and an inbox full of tasks,
how can I pause long enough,
to come alive for the day?
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