poetry

Morning issues an invitation, but will we hear it?

I don’t really do mornings. My brain feels largely comatose until what passes for late morning at least for most. It’s an insomniac thing where each morning is an unwanted extension of a wakeful night. It’s an M.E thing whereby profound fatigue, pain and brain-fog steal away energy and clarity for hours at a time. …

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