by Frieda

Created on: July 07, 2010

Against the tide

At 6 am my  morning coffee steams

My dozy feet reluctantly search the floor

I shake my head  and watch my cosy dreams

float lazily through open bedroom door.

Against the tide I throw myself each day

like many tiny drops of rain I meet my fate

that smash against my windscreen on the way

they disappear, yet, I am to stay.

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