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at 4 in the morning the sun is never up but i usually am
i worry about things that are out of my control even more about things that are
get up early when i work and earlier when i don’t the older i get the more i learn sometimes you need to cry it out
alone at night into your pillow the blankets wrapped all around you
sometimes you need to cry and cry and cry
until the morning sun falls across the tears dried under your lashes
and the lump in your throat has dissolved so you can breathe with ease
you need to get up let hot water wash it away let the steam rising from your mug soften any sorrow left around your morning eyes take a deep breath don’t mention it to anyone
The wind is up and roaring mad Birds and insects fly between its gusts There is no other way to get around They can hear it coming Between the crying aching limbs and begging chimes The wind is having at it tossing trash cans down the street Robbins grounded to the lawns The wind will have its say or pitch them against the buildings like a threat