Unsure Of The Morning Air Poem by The Power_Palace.Poet_Union.Order Sir.

Unsure of the morning air,
I wake up to a world so rare,
The sun peeks through the window pane,
A new day's beginning, yet I refrain.
Unsure of the morning air,
A mix of feelings, I cannot compare,
Is it warm or is it cold,
Uncertainty, my mind it holds.
Unsure of the morning air,
Like a coin, flipped in the air,
Will it bring joy or will it bring pain,
My emotions, I try to restrain.
Unsure of the morning air,
I take a deep breath, with care,
A familiar scent, a hint of dew,
Butterflies in my stomach, they grew.
Unsure of the morning air,
Whispers of doubts, I cannot bear,
Is the sky blue or is it gray,
Indecisiveness, my mind at play.
Unsure of the morning air,
I step outside, with cautious flair,
The birds are chirping, a symphony so sweet,
But still, my heart skips a beat.
Unsure of the morning air,
I close my eyes, to feel and share,
The gentle breeze, caressing my skin,
A sense of calmness, it begins.
Unsure of the morning air,
I open my eyes, and see it clear,
The sun is shining, so bright and bold,
A new day's story, yet to be told.
Unsure of the morning air,
I walk on, without a care,
The grass beneath my feet, so green,
A sight like this, I've seldom seen.
Unsure of the morning air,
I see the flowers, in colors rare,
Their fragrance, a gift to my soul,
Uncertainty, now, I let go.
Unsure of the morning air,
Butterflies gone, my heart repair,
A new perspective, a new start,
A chance to heal, my broken heart.
Unsure of the morning air,
I hear a voice, so calm and fair,
'Trust in the unknown, embrace the new,
Each sunrise is a gift, just for you.'
Unsure of the morning air,
I smile and breathe, without any care,
For now, I know, there's beauty in the unknown,
A new day's journey, yet to be shown.
Unsure of the morning air,
I've learned to let go, of my despair,
For each new day, is a chance to grow,
A chance to bloom, and let my light show.
Unsure of the morning air,
But now I see, it's not so rare,
Each day is a canvas, for me to paint,
And I'll embrace it, with no restraint.
Unsure of the morning air,
I thank the sky, for being so fair,
For giving me a chance, to start anew,
Unsure of the morning air? Not anymore, it's true.


Authorship by: Mr. Dashaun Rashod Snipes
© Mr. Dashaun Rashod Snipes
® Unsure of The Morning Air