At My Wake

I drag myself out of bed,

groggy and disheveled,

and greet the morning with

it's slap on my face.

Acheing with the sleep deprevation

from late-night homework.

I crawl to the bathroom

as if my life depended on it,

because it does.

After splashing my face

with the painfully cold water,

i gain my strength.

Every day at this moment

i gain the perseverence and determination

to get through that day.

This is the moment that reminds me

of my future, stemming

from my wake,

from my work,

from my grades,

to my graduation, to college,

to my delightful future,

to be whoever I wish to be.

In that moment, I think of

my groggy awakening

as a big step towards success.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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