Getting Up At 5am
Reluctant
Round and round
Feet off the ground
Craving the bed – so warm and cozy
Thoughts in my head
So thick and dozy
Birdsong abounds
Nature surrounds
I have no grounds to do other than write
But my head insists that it’s still the night
The barking dog won’t leave me be
So anger rises – I need to feel free
I need the music, I need the candle
I need to believe there’s a way to handle
My deepening mood of unwelcome stress
I am not out here under duress
I choose to rise, I choose to write
I’ve not won this battle.
But I have won this fight.