"Bleak Mornings"

Though it is not this cold or snowy here,
My mornings are sometimes bleak.
I struggle to climb back out of bed, yet
my will can be so weak.

I know that there are things to do;
I have tasks that need be done.
Still it would be so easy, to
Pull the covers back up and run.

To snuggle in so deep, and
Hide myself from you.
I sometimes I only want to sleep,
But with life, I am not through.

“Bleak mornings”

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^{Self Portrait from about 1978}