In The Early Morning Hours Poem by Aqua Flower

Quietness surrounds
I hear the crickets
as I seek for solid ground
in the early morning hours
I transform defeat into power
I rise with thoughts and thoughts
and sit down with them and sort
I grab each one put them in their place
toss them around a bit
some I keep, some I just erase
thoughts and thoughts
my mind drives me crazy
these thoughts need to be corralled
to keep my sight from getting hazy
so I write them down
in the early morning hours
when there is very little sound
where I will become empowered

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