Dread of Morning- Poem

When I open my eyes

The brightness of the morning

Tells me I slept late

I listen to the peaceful breathing

Of my sleeping toddler

Curled against my back

For a moment, I try to imagine

Relief

Soon, the weight returns to crush my chest

The sickening sense of dread

Turns my stomach

And despair begins to creep

Into my mind

All I have left is hope, and spirit

All I have left is love

And the memory of

Happiness

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