Based in Northern vignia, embwrites is a blog by poet Em. Her works explore themes surrounding self exploration and emotional expression.  

waking up on a saturday morning

grey fog consumes
what little mind
is left

every breath
an undertaking

each muscle takes
minutes to awaken
body moves
through thick mud
at a snail’s pace

empty thoughts
glaze through
the brain,
cool tears
whisper their way
down cheeks –
the only indication
that there is any
emotion left

time ticks by
as I attempt
to muster
strength I
no longer have –

I roll onto my side
a herculean effort –

contemplating the
2 feet between
the bed and the floor
might as well be staring
across a canyon
thinking I could
leap across

then finally.
a foot eases its way
to the hard floor,
each toe gripping
with all its life left

head so heavy
like a boulder
between my shoulders
I force it up anyway –

deep breath,
vision swimming
as vertical positioning
doesn’t happen much
these days

(crying while horizontal
is preferable)

slowly I shuffle
my way to the window
hand curls around
the curtain and
tugs it back –

suddenly the warmth
caresses my cheek,
dusts the cobwebs
off the corners
of my mind –

rays wash fresh
color over a once
grey room

as an unintentional
smile eases
its way across
my lips

I understand now;
how man can worship the sun.

 

 

 

 

 

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