Upon a morning rise...

I am the silence
you hear in the wee morning hours
when your eyes
are barely opened
and your mind
is battling consciousness

I am that inner voice
urging you to get up and move
the one that tells you
there's no time to snooze

I am the weight of a thousand
gold bars...
baring upon you restraint
no matter how much you struggle
and try to release
you are caught between demensions

I am, I am slowly waking up...
fluttering just barely my eyelids appeal
still in debate, I stand on my heels.