Soft morning light
Drapes through the windows
Tickling my senses
but still not enough to
Make Me Rise
Colder-than-I-like air keeps me
Tethered to the warmth of sheets + blankets
I toss + turn
I shut down my eyes time
+ time again
Shame creeps in
You should just get up
You’ve slept plenty
Everyone else is up + moving
A real spiritual practitioner is
Awake before the sun
I lack discipline + drive
I enjoy wallowing in my woes
Heavy bedding on cold toes
What’s the point of waking early?
That just means more hours to
Fret. To overthink. To feel too much.
I’ll try again tomorrow +
Start another day by
Disappointing myself
Or maybe I’ll abandon the dream of
being someone I’m not
+ stay in this loop of sleep,
shame, cycle repeats
“Shame Cycle”
3/14/23