I am thankful to have this time, time to sit and reflect. I am honoring this time of reflection through poetry.
Each morning I rise, brush night from my eyes, insisting my tired soul be tame
Do not consume the soul of me
I ready my body: my heart, my soul
Reflection takes control; her confidence to gain
Be gentle with the soul of me
With each flicker of flame, draws me out
Calls me, quietly calls me by name
And consumes the soul of me
Each sunrise outside, viewed through bright windows wide, my soul does proclaim
Consume the whole of me
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