Brazen sunlight
accosts my eyelids
bruising my senses
I rail against this day
rising an affront
to my body’s begging
Sleep a little longer
she moans, daylight
holding no sway
over heavy limbs
The sparring has begun –
a daily ritual of coaxing
and empty promises
I cannot will away the illness
that champions this ring –
batters me every time
Am I heroic or a fool
to think that mind
can defeat matter
that will can eliminate
inertia?
The brashness
of morning light
no balm for
endless exhaustion.
One Woman's Quest 