When The SunRises
A poem of future hope despite past failings...
the darkness of my past begins to fade,
as I awake to face what's been displayed,
confronting the pains not yet obeyed,
from sorrows forgotten and delayed...
when the sunrises.
When the sunrises...
and all of my dreams become more clear,
while effigies of regret remain near,
alarming old senses of the tear
shed during times that were not so dear...
when the sunrises.
When the sunrises...
to a sharp chorus of singing birds,
that remind me of my stinging words,
to the shepherds and their herds,
held in place with solid steel girds...
When the sunrises...
When the sunrises...
and the stark light allows me to move ahead,
carrying the things I never should have said,
and breaking free from the chains I bled,
to a new-found freedom that I've wed.
Let the sunrise!
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