Thursday, July 21, 2011

the day...the truth

the bright of day
through morning's darkest hour
forcing my lids to part...
blink and focus
bringing the shadows into form,
lit and clear...
once again
i am awake...
too early to rise
too late to fall back to sleep
too in the know
to ever be blind and dumb again
the vision seen
cannot be unseen
or spun into gold
it is molded
and ornately designed
to be worn as a reminder
...a bauble of testimony
to the day's newness
to the sun's brilliance in truth
to the unveiling of wakefulness
and it's stark forcefulness
through the night's cradling
i felt cozy...
snug against the
night's quilted comfort
an assent
to yawns of indifference
dreams of escapism
the warmth of my bed
and then rustled
fraught with thoughts
of fought intuition
...sought answers
come to fruition
just like a frail child
preferring pretend
to the present...
when the answers
shine through the twinkling of
an evening's notion,
i beg for shade
for sheets to cover
to block truth's rays
praying for more time
just TEN more minutes
to snooze
resenting the day's
encroaching influence
of the illuminated reality,
and it's gleaming immovability...
i want to roll over
go back to sleep,
pretend this light
is a lucid dream of distortion
and be ignorant to the day
for once...
i want to "sleep in"
...and not deal with what
ALWAYS seems to be
a disruption in my rest
the truth of what it is
instead of what i thought...
what i hoped...
what i needed it to be
...that dozing
sweet unconsciousness
that comes before morning...
BEFORE the truth...rises with the sun
...before i'm rudely awakened
ripped from my sleep
by the bright of the day


Caprice Starbrite said...


Thee_Kween said...

Thank you Preecey! I see you're up, too! LOL

25champ said...

@Thee_Kween I remember this feeling...this post is so real :)

Thee_Kween said...

Thank you sweetie...I'm sure a lot of people can relate. The truth doesn't always seem to set you free. lol


love it sis..

ABoyd378 said...

Rock Solid!

in the butterfly net...

i ink...i flow...i pen,
my soul, my words, my zen