Morning has broken

Morning has broken

Lying in bed staring at the walls, windows and ceiling.

I cannot move and do not want to move.

I want to stay in this cocoon of dreams forever.

What is it to yearn for the other side but be unable to cross?

Will I find peace or stay frozen in a state of fear?

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