Do not open your eyes, not even a bit,
Do not open your eyes, not even a bit,
Or that burning sun might shine through your eyelids.
Or that burning sun might shine through your eyelids.
Do open your eyelids, your burning eyes,
Or that sun might not shine through. Not even a bit.
Pull on the mask that will hide the face you lost,
Pull on the mask that will hide the face you lost,
But still shake hands with your own reflection.
But still shake hands with your own reflection.
Pull that mask; hide the face on your own lost reflection,
But your hands will still shake with you.
Though your soul is tired and your wrists are weak,
Though your soul is tired and your wrists are weak,
Lift the weight of another day that faces you.
Lift the weight of another day that faces you.
Though the soul that faces you is weak and
Your wrists are tired, lift the weight of another day.
Or do not shake hands with that burning sun;
The sun might shine a bit through the reflection of you.
Your weak wrists will lift the mask that hides your own lost face.
And even though your soul is still the weight on your tired eyes,
Pull open your eyelids; another day faces you.
Morning Mantra
by Samantha Kszywienski
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