Mornings of Fog

I wake with a swollen head

Just like the morning fog

There’s nothing.

There is nothing..

The baby inside is kicking me

The baby outside sleeps

Some of these days I wish I could lay below the fog and sleep.

No one comes to look for me

Maybe I could rest

As night turns to day and the fog fades away

I remember I’m doing my best

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