Another day awakens
Shade my eyes, laden with unshed tears
Against the harsh glare
But the warmth does feel good
Tells me, I am alive
And haven’t given up the good fight
Exhausted sleep makes it so tempting
To crawl back and foetally embrace
Instead of rising to another bleary morn
What the day will bring, I wonder
Rough and rushed tokens of hidden agendas
Or stolen moments, of light, love and healing.
Yet every dawn brings precisely what you question - just look for it where it can be found - within you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Botyth down to earth and lyrical: I love tha 'a' sounds so plangently used. And the use of stolen with light....healing gently catches all we can hope for. Thank you again.