Clinging To The Past ~ Part 2 Poem by Laura Kae

On the dawn of a new day,
And the eve of the night before never leaves me.
Will the new day shed enough light to make the shadows cower?
Will I find rest in this new light?
Ah, but what light can break through these barred windows?
To what depths can the beams extend to?
We are all darkened in search of light,
We are all seeking the source that will help us grow.
Yet the night seems long, and unending.