A Slight Stain


Across the stippled ceiling,
the shadows you know at 4 a.m.
will not remain. The thoughts
that visit, the ones pulling you
from questionable slumber, will
only leave a slight stain, but
not enough to ruin the fabric. The
damage has already been done, it’s
loneliness now. The bed is empty
and assigning blame at this hour
is unnecessary, and pointless.
Morning’s light will know
no lesson. The past has provided
experience, if not direction, and
it should serve you well, but
there is no going back. Not now.
Show no remorse. Wake up. Step
forward. Breathe. There is
no other option worth considering.
Today arrives, well rested or not.

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