Monday Mornings.

Monday Morning

appears without warning,

my energy’s wavering,

my guts assail me.


I alight

guided by the light,

turning plights

into insight,

my insides



there’s no longer a weight

on my shoulders

I’m bolder

no longer

in that mental area

of defeatist criteria

Monday’s are now

like ants under my feet:

they should be wary of me.

Written by
Ivie M. Eke

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