Post 28: On Waking Up – A Poem

(I found this poem when I was flipping through my journal. I had completely forgotten about it. It is not often that I like an old poem. Because I did not flinch while I read this one, I decided to post it here. That does not imply that this is my best poem so far. It is not. It is one of the nicer ones. )

I did not… wake up.

I was awake
Conscious
Of my decision
to stay in bed.

Was it the temperature
Was it the warmth
That the blanket provided?
Was it just my laziness?

Or even worse, have I not
convinced myself
Of the importance
Of waking up
Early.

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