By the light as the day begins

and my thoughts try to become something but, still trapped inside my mind which is still asleep.

The day begins so cold that not even a hot cup of tea can wake me up.

Yet somehow I move around throughout the day with so much purpose.

Not feeling tired again until I sit down to relax at the end of another busy day.



Written By: Deirdre Stokes



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