The First Light

The first light.

A cool sheet.

A long stretch
that no one sees.

I never open my eyes
right away.

The light reaches my face

and I let it.

I don’t know
when this became
a ritual.

My hands move
over my neck
my shoulders

not to admire
what is there

but to arrive.

It feels almost
like when you give yourself
to someone.

Only there is no one.

Just morning.

Just light.

Just my body
believing, again

that light

has never lied to me.

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2 responses to “The First Light”

  1. unicharles131 Avatar

    It is never too late to begin something new or chase a dream that has been waiting for years. Growth has no expiration date, and every new experience is proof that courage matters far more than the number of birthdays you have celebrated.

    Many people delay their goals because they believe they have missed their chance. The truth is that progress begins the moment you decide to take the first step, regardless of your age or the opinions of others.

    Life rewards those who remain curious, embrace change, and continue learning throughout every stage of their journey. Confidence is built by taking action, trying new things, and refusing to let fear define what is possible.

    Your timeline is uniquely yours, so never compare it with anyone else’s. Keep exploring new opportunities, believe in your potential, and remember that some of life’s greatest achievements begin when you finally decide to start

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  2. Edward Ortiz Avatar

    Wonderful poem, and so vivid. A lovely morning routine. Yes, light never lies, and that’s a good thing.

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