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Waking UpBy Haemaru Chung QuailBellMagazine.com *Editor's Note: This poem was previously accepted for publication in 'Navigating the Maze' by Adonis Designs Press.  The alarm cleaves through my slumber Eyes shoot open, bleary and unfocused Collecting myself, I look around Circumventing the blinds
Thin rays of morning light peek Insinuating the day Birds chime and cavort Trees and vegetation whisper As the wind tickles their leaves Groaning, I recline again Wrapping the blankets over my unfeeling body I close my eyes, content A sleepy haze melts my nerves Rendering me motionless I sink into its plush embrace Sore limbs anchor me as Remnants of dreams flow through my mind Wild, exhilarating Fireworks blaze beside me I loop, dart, and dive With reflecting silver wings Finally I push the blankets off The frigid air envelops me I stand, unsteady The icy floor singes my feet With each step As I walk towards the bars of light Reaching the window I throw the blinds aside Morning pours into the dark room CommentsComments are closed.
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