Sit in the Morning Dark

I sit in the morning dark,

This is my time and mine alone.

The world does not call me yet,

To stray away from home.

A time to sit and sip my tea,

To think through mortal things.

Without the pressure yet of day,

My many thoughts take wing.

The tasks I must accomplish,

At first they come to me.

The swirling of my consciousness,

A vast and raging sea.

These thoughts I push out from my mind,

And calm that portion of my soul.

I gain another part of me,

And strive to make me whole.

I next encounter crushing fears,

That always linger in the dark.

The unreasoned dread that fills the void,

And shadows out the soul's true spark.

These demons I must now engage,

And slay them for the day.

I'll battle and I wound them,

but they will never go away.

I sit in the morning dark,

And calm my swirling mind.

My tasks and fears now in control,

And what it is i find?

A calmness, comfort so sublime,

It must be purely true.

I find left in my deepest soul,

My fullest love for you.

Reviews

[taylor ski]

I liked the ease of which you use metaphor in you poetry.

[Trini]

The image is so clear and natural. Your words make a morning ritual literally poetic.