Starting afresh, eyes awake and squinting in the brilliance of morning sunshine.
Through the anonymity of darkness, sun battles the elements to rise…..
Rise it does!
Through the open window the sound of the morning lark, trumpets a new beginning.
Shattering the silence with the triumphant call of the wild, and having called, soars….
Soar it does!
Tearstains on the pillow, recounting the tale of a heart deceived and broken.
A once held belief that hurt so deep, so raw, so ravaging, never heals…..
Heal it does!
Glancing towards the mirror, touching a cheek once wet with pain and defeat.
Now with a bloom that promises a rebirth, a challenge facing a new life beginning….
Begin it does!
All's well …..
Sunday, March 4, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: beginning,future,healing,hope,hurt,inner peace,life,overcoming,past,positiveness