“Two Hours Too Soon”
by Wendy (but whispered by the weary)
The sun peeks in, uninvited,
like a reminder I forgot to run from.
Another morning,
and I’m already behind.
Two hours too soon,
I meet the weight of being needed —
again,
of being called to do
when I’ve barely learned how to be.
I don't hate the light,
just what it comes to tell me:
there are things to carry,
things to fix,
and faces to show up for
before I’ve found my own.
The tasks don’t wait for readiness.
That’s the thing about responsibility —
it doesn’t ask
if your soul is still heavy
or if your smile is borrowed.
It just stands at the door
with folded arms,
saying,
“It’s time.”
So I rise —
not because I want to,
but because I must.
And maybe,
just maybe,
that’s enough
for now.🥺🩷
-Wendy-
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From The Inside
PoetryA collection of a few, simple poems that i started writing a few years ago and some recent ones as well. "From The Inside ," is about my life stories and experiences in poetry form and what takes places inside my heart and mind.
