How The Morning Finds Me

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𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘔𝘦

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰.
𝘐𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘮,
𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨
𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴,
𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘭
𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨.

𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨
𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯
𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢
𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸.

𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦,
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥.
𝘛𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.
𝘔𝘶𝘻𝘻𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳,
𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺
𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘥𝘢𝘺.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮.
𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘴,
𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴.

𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥.
𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺.
𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨
𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦
𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘫𝘰𝘺.

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April Bewell

Writer, poet, and creative AI explorer, I’ve spent the last 20 years weaving words across journalism, copywriting, ghostwriting, and storytelling. My work spans poetry, historical fiction, essays, and literary criticism, often exploring memory, identity, and the strange, beautiful ways we make sense of the world. When I’m not writing, I’m probably deep in a book, experimenting with AI, or chasing after the perfect cup of coffee. My blog at april.pagaling.com is where all these worlds collide. Writing, creativity, mom life, and everything in between.