At Dawn

I wake up at dawn

and it isn’t glamorous or romantic to think about my body wrap around the sheets

I open my eyes and I feel tired, heat and coldness gently blow rumors to my body

And then it begins…

All those who judge me,

all the others that I don’t like but are part of me in one way or another

But most importantly: me

A very deep sense of sadness and fear,

a sickening feeling that takes over my body, but

I’m too tired to resist it, exhausted to fight back.

Eventually I fall sleep

but I wake up again at it’s dark –maybe it wasn’t dawn after all-

And everything it’s the same

There are days, when I feel I cannot do this anymore

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About silviaeningles

I’m Silvia and these are some interesting things about me: I was born in Puebla, a beautiful city in central Mexico. It is an old city, founded in 1531 I live in Vancouver, British Columbia in Canada I have a blog in Spanish that you’re welcome to read (http://comenzandolashistorias.blogspot.ca/) I love hummingbirds, tea and Mexican candy I really enjoy when readers write and comment on my posts I love writing, and I really enjoy poetry (reading aloud my favourite poems always makes me happy)
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