There I am.

Some days 

The rain feels heavy.

Like a blanket

Calling me back to bed.

A push to curl up and

Rest inside the stillness.

But, the outer edges of me

Are restless to act

Exquisite contrast, like I'm

Not quite ready to hatch.

Do I push this edge?

Do I wait?

Do I let the heavy win?

What are my goals 

For today?

What is the next right


Rest or act?

My heart says


My gut resists.

My mind waits

For command.

Let’s do this!

The heaviness lifts.

There I am.

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