Wakeful ©

The blowing wind slows my brain,

the rain lulling me to slumber again.

Knowing instead all that lies ahead,

I battle the beckoning of my bed.

Not quite asleep, not yet awake,

not sure of the first move to make,

I summon my senses and surmise

that the sun sentences me to rise.

The first step unfortunately the worst,

each footstep freely follows the first,

possible paths begin to appear,

drawing the day's direction clear.

Realizing already less day remains,

vowing to avoid victimhood claims,

leaping into life, as the light lives,

giving more to life than life gives.

Working while wakeful, thankful

for this one additional day full

of opportunities to tune into see

what wonderful wonders will be.

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