a day worthy of facing

what would it be that one out of a bed would coax
when the winds blow hard and cold
when the sun be weak in its rays
when the light knows not to warm...

what would it be to warm ones courage
to leave a bed soft and tippy toe away from its comfort
to begin a wakening of thought new, a desire new
to wash away the sleep lingering in ones eyes...
 

what would it be to add a skip to ones step
for new beginnings peek from behind a tight pulled curtain
for another day be risen a night past an adventure new
for that much closer to a realisation of a new game plan...
when having a plan gives substance to that new step taken
when challenges faced know to make one sturdier and stronger
 

when steadfastness, all of a sudden, pays out for to have surrendered
would not have been that...'what'....that would have been the reason
to leave the security of the soft warmth, of a bed welcoming.
the day be deep in its hours
and full of promises continued and expected
the fruition thereof a definite
for to have risen and met its progressive passing as time ticked
 

going well into an eve as the sun sets orange ...no hesitancy
has proven worthy of being coaxed out of bed.

RB.