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Writer's pictureTim Huber

Morning Madness


Wake up

—blurry brain

Stand up

—sudden pain

Sit down

—better wait


I take my mornings slow

so my body can awake.

I wish my mind would go

get the rest it never takes


Always whirring, stirring, and blurring


Thoughts bleed together

only to sever.

I never can quite capture

the thoughts I think after

the sun has gone down,

the moon has gone up,

my mind spins around

till it all but erupts.


What a novel I’d write

from the plots of the night.

But how tired I wake

from the things my mind makes.


I take my mornings slow

so I can try to harness

a steadier mind-flow

and wake from morning madness.


 

I like to consider myself a morning person (probably more due to necessity than choice), and usually try to get to bed at a decent time. But sometimes, even if I get 7-8 hours of sleep, I feel like I only slept 3 hours. On these mornings, I usually wake up almost exhausted, my mind either hard at work or dead from working while I was sleeping. The confusing thing is that, most of the time, I don't really have a lot of pressing thoughts, it's not like I'm stressed out about something important or anything. The thoughts I wake with are more often strange and random, sometimes troubling and sometimes great fodder for short stories. Either way, it can be difficult to feel rested when your mind doesn't seem to stop. 

The only solution I've come up with is to take the morning slow. Start with coffee, then go straight to the Bible, maybe take a walk, and sometimes I feel a little more rested by then. If not, my mind doesn't seem to care, and keeps plugging away. But it always crashes at some point, I'd just rather it did while I'm sleeping.

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