What it means to get out of bed – Zoe Buckton (for #timetotalk day)

You’ve hit snooze five times, rolled over.

Had your first coffee/pill/smoke, whatever you’re into.

Your feet are touching the ground,

But they’d rather rest on mattress springs.

The world isn’t as warm as the sheets,

neither are the people.

Your eyelids sting. They’d rather be shut

than to see todays to do list, today’s lunch.

Maybe it’s not worth going.

Maybe I should just stay.

Maybe you’re right, It is much easier to waste away

when your mind says outside isn’t safe.

No pain ever came to you in bed, right?

Yet it’s there you stay when the sickness bugs bite,

With a bowl, some blankets, no sign of light.

It’s where you’ve spent heartbreak and grief.

It’s where you’ve spent most of your days asleep.

No pain ever came to you in bed,

but it didn’t leave, either.

You have to wake,

for work, for uni, for friends, for life.

You’re stood, your breathing.

You’re alive.