At The Crack Of Dawn Poem by Dyhanara Rios

At the crack of dawn,
I woke up on the fourth of June.
I knew something would happen that day,
But…not so soon…

And I had prepared myself.
I ran through every possibility;
I knew anything could happen that day,
But…in reality…

The clock said it was two hours after noon,
My friends and I had made our good-byes,
And as for the moment that I had prepared,
I suddenly got nervous and almost scared.

The reality was the one possibility
That hadn’t even crossed my mind:
Where the once-good friend
Had become the enemy,
Decided to leave me behind,
But wouldn’t let the battle end.

And so the war began.

At the crack of dawn,
I woke up on the 25th of August.
I waited for something to happen today,
But all my fears were lost in dust.

And I prepared myself.
I ran through every possibility,
I knew anything could happen today,
But then…suddenly…

The clock said it was three quarters after three,
Nothing had happened, so I thought I was free.
And as for the moment that I had prepared,
It never came to be, so I was no longer scared.

The reality was the one possibility
That hadn’t even crossed my mind:
Where the long-ago friend
Was still the enemy,
Yet chose to leave the war behind.
But did the battle really come to an end?