If I had been told how long
the darkness before dawn would linger
I may not have set an early alarm.
This resistant part of me needs
a trick of my own making
to be cojoled into suffering the
necessary loss of each day.
I need a spark of adrenalin
to ride upon the rhythm of a
quickening heartbeat, or else
I would not arrive at this place
where stars give way to dawn -
a strengthening light that urges
me to accept the pain
of night in rawness and gratitude
and believe again that in my day
promises will come to pass.
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