Tuesday, February 16, 2021

Pull back the curtains, my bleary-eyed loves, 
for morning's warmth awaits.
Peek through the blinds at first, if you must, but
know that your fear must melt
with the dripping icicles that slowly
release their grip and fall
shattering to their ends; it's best to throw
the window open, know
the swords that threaten you, to see their shine 
so you may recognize
the lies they ask you to internalize.
Night may seek to lull you
into the comfort of the status quo.
But morning lets you watch
your cell bars tilt, fade and fall, mere shadows.

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love notes
a ritual to start the work week