I wake up tired
The smell of coffee wakes me
It's delicious smell telling me to wake
I grab a cup and poor a glass
Moving silently my family still asleep
I grab my jacket and pull on my shoes
It's morning barely any light
I go out the back door
the cold misty air sends a shiver up my spine
It had rained the night before the ground soft
Not many people are awake as I start to run
My feet pounding the pavement
My lungs filled with cold air burn
But I continue running
The sun starts to rise but I still can't see it
The peaceful morning sounds as a car drives by
And a dog barks in the distance
I slow as I reach the cemetery
I look thru the fence silence
I turn and run home
My head clear and ready for the day.
-T.B.
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