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To Get Out Of Bed
December 15, 2020
The bright sun shining through the blinds of my window stabs my eyes and forces me awake
But I cannot bear to get out of bed
Everyone else gets up
My sister pulls a brush through her hair
And my mom dusts her eyes with various shades of blue
But my whole body is too heavy
An anchor left on top of my body pulls me deeper into the mattress
I'm scared to pull these weights off of me
Because while we all get out of our beds
One bed will always stay empty
© Anonymous
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My dad passed away when I was only nine years old, so I wrote this poem about how hard it was for me to get out of bed. It was my dad's bed that would remain empty. What I didn't include in the poem was that I had to get out of bed to get ready for a funeral.