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Eyes whisper open, gently.

Dark.

Quiet.

Still.


Mind hums, lyrics on repeat

Two choices

Return to dreamland?

Stay in this land?

Stay.


Write. Read. Scroll. Think.


Think about the early bird I've accidentally become

Think about the night owl I used to be

Darkness outside, fire crackling inside my mind

Writing, reading, scrolling, thinking

Too many thoughts to sleep


I miss the me I used to be.

Where did she go?

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Comments

  1. Such an interesting poem. As an ever-lark, I can't imagine becoming an owl and how hard that transition would be if necessitated. I love this line "fire crackling inside my mind."

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  2. "Eyes whisper open"- that first line just pulled me in. I could visualize what you meant. I never would have thought to put whisper with eyes opening but I just love that you did.

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  3. I really like this line, "Darkness outside, fire crackling inside my mind."

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