Did you ever hear
Sum41
back in the day?
"Waking up is hard to do."
It was never my favorite
but the message
is timeless.
I wake
regularly
in pain.
Clawing,
pressure,
overwhelming brightness.
It's not
just hard to do.
If I am lucky
it is normal
sleep inertia;
tireness
and sadness
to leave the comfort.
Instead,
pain.
But
the ultimate juxtaposition
to hear
naked steps
on the stair
wishing good mornings.
Slender leaning
across
to let in the light.
I reach
a soft grasp
to smooth skin.
Flowers
at fingertips
and for a moment
I forget.
My strained eyes
bathe.
A fresh embrace,
cold ringlets
prickle me awake;
a springtime.
Another awakening.