The Early Riser

It’s cold outside
The winds are howling ferociously
They scream sometimes
The scent of uncertainty is pungent
Nobody knows anything
All you know is wrong
Or not
It’s dark enough only the blind can truly see
Scratching and clawing
The effort
Always the effort
And yet sometimes
On certain special days
Someone gets up before you
Even if you never slept
And as the last 24 hours is washed off your face
As the last meal is washed off your hands
That early riser leaves a note in crayon and spray paint and sidewalk chalk All it says:
“I got this”


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