Reluctant Rising Poem by David Whalen

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Bright the dawning
Morning light
Dim the spirit
That dwells within

The hand upraised
The lids squeezed tight
To lower light’s limit
Allowed within

The light unpraised
The mood not right
What should be isn’t
A silent din

Yet the day must be faced
Tho’ it takes all one’s might
One must not fear it
The day demands to begin

Eyelids slowly surrender and raise…
Hand slowly lowers…allows in the light
The mind starts to permit
And process the light

Mood still smothered ‘neath somber haze
One gives up the morning fight
Nocturnal battle… night now must quit
The dark must give in
…day demands to begin…
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