Mourning Light
Awakening with trepidation
I recognize this tug of war
between the weight of my body refusing to rise
and my mind arguing with insistance
It is sudden
so abrupt
this fleshy darkness
that I cannot easily recall
being light
opening to light
The effortless movement of my opened palms
awaiting the sun
No longer connected to my own breath
or the far away pulsing
that was the memory of my illuminated heart
Angela Minard 2014©
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