Meeting With the Dawn
June 24th, 2007
mornings come and go
some seem better than others
one must move forward
vexing me harshly
must I yield to it’s urging?
giving up the night
my youth found the light
welcoming it—arms open
saved from the unknown
a life poorly spent
now the light brings back those things
disappointing me
I surely must rise
again conquering darkness
a new day to change
its not just me now
linked and sworn to many more
depending on me
tangled web woven
it now must be unraveled
this is my life’s course
meeting with the dawn
feeling cross and crestfallen
I have no courage
Racing thoughts torture
there is no more choice for sleep
rise, you unwilling
