I used to loathe sunrise.
Daybreak meant another
battle to fight,
and another load of baggage on my back.
It was a dread to live
because I wanted to live
but didn't have the courage to.
I didn't have the confidence to.
For awhile,
I allowed the stars to be my god
and I believed every forecast they gave.
But what can they do
where are they
when we are broken?
So the night became my refuge.
Darkness became my dwelling place.
But it made me blinder;
the fear of light worsened.
Worry stuck to my skin.
Emptiness sucked my soul dead.
The dread to live
put me on a fast track of aging.
Sincerely speaking,
I was hideous.
But now,
I know it's no longer the same.
Daybreak marks a new beginning.
Sunrise is his signature of promise
that this day is not going to be spent alone.
When I step out of the house
and drink in the sunshine,
I smell life
I see colours in the sunlight.
When the wind brushes on my skin,
I remember although I can't see him,
yet he's closer than my breath.
And because of that,
I feel so alive.
Set me apart as a
New born.
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