Waking up Sunday Morning
At first light I just lay there
listening to the ringing in my ears
pain running through my bones
like rats
out on a hunting foray
so I let it go
its leaving benison for me
a breath that filled
my cluttered lungs
with fresh sweet air
and opened
all the petals of my heart
and through the flickers of my sight
the energy shone through
and I am grateful
for the daily taste of Life
that floods my mouth
my senses,
then satisfies my soul
that gives me nourishment
and strength
so I move on.
poem by Midnight Clarity
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