my bones ache
trying to drag my body out of bed
I don't want to get up
Or face the world
I want to stay in bed
All-day
My mom has grown weary
From trying to wake me up
now it is my responsibility
to start getting ready
it's a war zone
each morning
a fight I struggle with
- weekday mornings
YOU ARE READING
surviving the storm
PoesíaA collection of poems meant to soothe and release the pain from the rainy days
