The Morning Battle: A Struggle Worth the Fight

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10 Sept 2024
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The Morning Battle: A Struggle Worth the Fight



The first crack of dawn filters through the blinds,
And there I lie, tangled in the warmth of the night,
A prisoner to the comfort of my bed,
Wrapped in sheets that cling like a second skin.
The world outside is still quiet,
Not yet awake, not yet demanding.
But the alarm goes off, a gentle reminder
Of the day ahead, its promises and responsibilities,
And yet, I resist.

I hear the soft chime that fills the room,
An irritating whisper breaking the silence.
It asks me to rise, to leave the cocoon,
But I pretend not to hear it.
The idea of waking feels so far away,
Like a distant mountain I can never climb.
The bed, this cozy refuge, pulls me in deeper,
Inviting me to stay just a little longer,
Just one more minute of indulgent rest.

"Why now?" I ask, bargaining with the dawn.
The day ahead feels heavy in my thoughts.
I think of the tasks that wait for me—
Deadlines, meetings, places to be.
My mind races through the long to-do list,
A flood of duties that dampens my will to rise.
The world outside seems cruel,
Its cold air, its sharp noise, its demands.
Yet still, the alarm rings again, insistent this time,
A call to action that I cannot ignore.

With a sigh, I muster the strength
To throw off the layers of sleep.
But even as I sit up, my body protests,
Begging to fall back into the soft embrace of the pillow.
Every fiber of my being aches for more rest,
More time in the quiet sanctuary of sleep.
The temptation to ignore the day
And sink back into the dream world is strong,
But I know deep down that the day will not wait for me.

Dragging myself to the edge of the bed,
I plant my feet on the cool floor,
Feeling the chill that snaps at my skin,
A rude awakening that breaks the final tether of sleep.
Slowly, I shuffle through the early morning haze,
Each step heavy, each movement labored.
It feels as though I’m walking through molasses,
The air thick and resistant, pulling me back.
But there is no turning back now,
For the world outside is waiting.

As I wash my face, the water shocks me to life,
A cold reminder that the day has begun.
The sluggishness starts to lift,
Though the desire to crawl back into bed still lingers.
Dressed and ready, I face the day,
But the weight of reluctance clings to my shoulders,
An invisible burden that I carry with me.
I question my decision to rise so early,
To force myself into motion before the sun fully rises.

But then, as the hours tick by, something shifts.
The sun climbs higher in the sky,
And the grogginess that once clouded my mind begins to clear.
The world, once quiet and still, now bustles with energy.
People move with purpose, streets hum with life.
And as I step into the rhythm of the day,
I feel lighter, more in tune with the world around me.

Tasks that once seemed overwhelming
Now seem manageable, almost easy.
Conversations flow, work gets done,
And the day begins to unfold like a flower in bloom.
The fog of morning lifts completely,
And I find myself thankful for the early start.
Had I stayed in bed, I would have missed this—
This momentum, this sense of accomplishment.

By midday, the tiredness has faded,
Replaced by a quiet sense of pride.
I’ve conquered the morning, overcome the inertia,
And now the world feels full of possibilities.
The weight I carried when I woke
Has lifted, leaving only lightness in its place.

Looking back, the decision to get up early,
As difficult as it was, seems worth it now.
There’s a quiet joy in having started the day with purpose,
In having met the morning on my own terms.
What began as a battle with my bed,
Has transformed into a victory over the day.

By evening, when the sky turns soft with dusk,
I smile, knowing that I made the right choice.
The struggle to rise, the fight to start,
Led me to this moment of contentment.
And tomorrow, though the battle may begin again,
I will remember today—
How hard it was to rise,
But how sweet it was to win.


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