So This is Waking Up
Head high but eyelids heavy
Slow and sluggish and somewhat unsteady
All alarms gone off already
But the outside world is still dark
Rent reveries I cannot recall
Illusions lost upon leaving the lull
Dynamics depressed to default
So this is waking up
A period of pause prolonged
With will to stay withdrawn
Clinging and clutching the calm
As slowly it slips away
A silence severed by sigh
The trance trumped by time
Reluctantly rising upright
The moment it all begins
Sinews strained and stretched
Every fiber far from refreshed
Exhaustion enacts its effect
But regardless I must go
Lethargy’s not lessened by laying
Staleness not stymied by staying
War is not won in waiting
It’s time to be on my way
different dawn
it’s pacing the halls
while staring at the floor.
it’s a couple stains,
of pain no more.
it’s a passing glance,
a hesitant smile.
we’re here for a moment
or here for a while.
it’s minutes and hours
that are only seconds,
timeless days, and
punctuated check-ins.
it’s knocks on doors—
interrupted sleep—
interrupted lives
of souls to keep.
it’s unfamiliar rules
and surrendered rights.
for little victories
over familiar fights.
it’s giving in
to yet march on,
abandoning shame
for a different dawn.