Writing Prompt

I never was an early riser.

No, not until I saw the sunrise. The beautiful colours painting the sky, no sunrise is the exact same.

Not until I heard the morning song of the birds in the tree, greeting the day with enthusiasm, energy and joy.

Not until I realised that the early morning is the most peaceful time of all.

Not until I realised the crowing’s of the rooster that began as the dawn started to break.

Not until I realised the morning sea breezes over the ocean, observing the water as the fish all scurried along.

And not until I realised that morning time brought a brand new opportunity, a new day to begin or a brand new page began in the book of me.

She never was an early riser. Occasionally plagued, and weighed down By the darkness lurking inside.

The early morning alarm hammered in her head, Waking her to nothing but dread, As it rang violently in her ears.

Insomnia had paid a visit again— Her mind kept awake through the night By tears, And the worst kinds of fears.

Here it was, familiar yet consuming, A darkness all-encompassing, Polluting her mind with ailing thoughts, That intruded, relentless and unrelenting.

A familiar darkness that was all-consuming, Began to pollute her mind With the ailing thoughts That was unrelentingly intruding.

The déjà vu didn’t surprise her. Even in those times she seemed wild, When she laughed, when she smiled— She was none the wiser.

I never was an early riser… But a midnight insomniac.

Sunrise and I Have always been Regrettable strangers.

I miss her Like a sibling I never had.

The ghosts of evening cocktails Gather their vengeful strengths, Intruding at late hours— Beating down the door of my brain, Battering my temples Like a pair of timpani, With mallets hard as diamonds.

I wake in the dark to find Stolen rest, Dry air, And the premonition Of Dawn eluded.

Enough.

The pipes shudder As a roaring river Of emptied bottles Runs through them.

Midnight will soon become A distant stranger.

Daybreak and I Will meet at last.

I never was an early riser But distress does reform everyone So me, the over analyzer, Think I might as well become a nun But before the wedding bells ring I’ll remember they chime not for me It’s my fault that my heart does sting But how could I possibly foresee How the past would haunt my every day And he would help construct the future He was the one that I pushed away I hit my head at my blatant stupor Today he becomes a half to a whole And to pieces I shatter with no control

I never was an early raiser But don’t be fooled, still the wiser Late night keeper of the oil Night time sounds with late turmoil

What I’d give to fall asleep Insomnia plagues as eyes weep Exhaustion overtakes my minds eye Tears on my pillow as I cry

Wee hours it’s almost dawn The night goes quickly almost gone Another morning in which I’ll sleep Birds chirps through 40 winks

Wake mid morning so much to do Droopy eyes I need more glue Morning coffee at half past noon Sleep schedule must change soon! Tessa🦋

i never was an early riser. to think i was stronger than light, more ready for day.

let her rise to the blue dais, bring you from soft darkness. wake to a room already warm, purged of shadows.

to start a morning full of bright, one must close their eyes in the dead of night.

in the hall of the moon, with a crown of stars. there’s so much to see, when surrounded by nothing at all.

I never was an early riser, I tend to stay awake all night, Creating other worlds, Better worlds.

Worlds where I could run free with the nymphs And fly with the fairies. Worlds where nothing could hurt me.

Sometimes when I slept, the fairies would visit me in my dreams. We would laugh and play, Enjoying our days.

All too soon I would wake, And my dreams would fade away, Leaving me alone, With the noon sun shining at me.

I was never an early riser Yet I watched the dawn break that day Hiking up a mountain Whose history is as old as time Whose stories are biblical Stories of an army lost to themselves A place where many lives were lost Juxtaposed with the new beginning of mine For as the sun creeped up Over the horizon to announce The start of day once again He asked me the question that would Stay etched in brain, in my heart The sapphire placed onto my finger To proclaim to the world That I am his, his is mine A promise made on land Where other promises had gone to die The blood of the past Binding me to him Sealing our sacred pact I’m still not an early riser But I’m glad I was that day

i never was an early riser the darkness of night holds a specific comfort time almost seems to stop for just one moment you are completely alone with your real self free from judgment and stares free from the locks and torments that is having a conversation free from the societal standards of a woman in her 20s

and yet hear i am waking up early to respect my american duty working two jobs along with classes simply to pay the damn bills student loans, gas prices, health insurance the job that i was never prepared for this isn’t the way to live and it’s definitely not the way to die all of this work to see what in return? i’m stuck working for the next 100 years left with no choice

how dare you force me into this box of conformity this irreparable damage to my psyche i hope you enjoy daddy’s money i’ll simply be over here working i’ve never been an early riser but my capitalist bones have been awake for years

I never was an early riser, but that day that morning for you I was

My eyes opened before the sunlight hit my sleepy eyelids

The morning driving to donuts to watch the planes fly high in the sky before the sun came alive

Streams of light spilling across the dashboard into the front seat across your eyes

A smile with teeth but from you that was never a surprise

I was never an early riser, but that day that morning for you I was

My eyes blinked away the sleep in them to the sound of raindrops

The morning running to my car in the dark as rain fell into my hair, on my face, in my eyes

Red lights glimmering off the wet pavement as I drive because to walk into a cozy coffee shop only to sit back in the rain with you and a steaming cup of coffee felt a lot more like rest than sleep ever did

I was never an early riser, but that day that morning for you I was

My eyes wanted to stay shut but they popped open and blinked away the jet lag to the sound of an alarm and a hush from the top bunk every creak and tiptoe and breath heard as I snuck outside trying my best to remain unheard trying to somehow stay on high alert

Cold air hit my face as I walked and it felt like a race to walk as the morning sun peeled across the field and sitting on a concrete slab in the middle of nothing and everything watching the hot air balloons paint the sky with flecks of color

Sitting under the colored sky limbs gently entangled hot tea resting next to me in awe of all the things we might get a chance to see before we die

I was never an early riser, but you were so I was that day that morning for you I’d have been anything