Yawn

Awake too late

Staring at screens

Awake too early

Stifling screams

Feeling the pressing

Power from ingesting

Too much blame

Reeling from concealing

Too much shame

From every pain

And mistake

And defeat

Remaining within me

(Reminding me

How much

We really are

What we eat)

Until my fatigue

Overwhelms my beleaguered

Mind and Heart

And opens my mouth

And releases all

i've swallowed

From the menu

Filled with appetizers

of self-deprecated

Accusation and flagellation

And sumptuous entrées

Of excruciating excoriation

In which i've marinated

And commiserated

And wallowed

Like a geyser

Unleashes so much

Internal violence

Through a virtuosic

Display of Sacred Spray

In virtual Silence

A simple guttural Yawn

Sends my Body shaking

Like roaring thunder

And my Heart quaking

Out from under

the weight of faking

My way through

Another infernal day

And empowers my awaking

Into the emerging Light 

Of an Eternal Dawn

Where I can live

With more authenticity

And integrity

In the Love

As the Love

That is my true

Identity and Name

As One

Who is still

and never

the same...

Thanks.

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('The Yawn and My Pillow' © Richard Hugal)