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The head rises in the morning,
Hope hits the brain the cortex pumping with dreams
Yesterdays nightmare
Blue black ink scrawling across the window pane, the rain
Dark hours and lifting to light
Needing the size of happenings to come to me
May I grasp the challenge with clenched fist
Embrace it all with a twist
Take doubt and shout out the anxiety
Reach up to be found in happy sobriety
Let me bond, let me lay my head with sisters, locked, flowing, afro or muse
Mother, carer and poets
Helping the start again
The begin again
The feeling of no shame
A water running through my womb
