When It Dawns Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

When it dawns,
Some get more excited by the light.
An enlightenment occurs to entice,
With a light so bright...
They wish they had invited,
To accept before it had dawned...
Feeling strong.
As if this feeling had been theirs,
All along to belong.

And when it dawns,
Everything then seems to connect.
Everything then seems to serve a purpose.
A purpose to accept with effect.

A kept pity just to feed on,
Can entrap one in shackles.
A pity just to feed on,
Can spread like a disease.
A kept pity just to feed on,
Does nothing for nobody.
But keeps the air polluted,
With a negativity.

When it dawns,
Some get more excited by the light.
A light so bright they wish they had invited,
To accept before it had dawned...
Feeling strong.

A kept pity just to feed on,
When it dawns...
People who can see it wish to rid of it quick.

When it dawns,
Some get more excited by the light.
A light so bright they wish they had invited,
To accept before it had dawned...
Feeling strong.

A kept pity just to feed on,
When it dawns...
People who can see it wish to rid of it quick.

A kept pity just to feed on,
Can entrap one in shackles.
A pity just to feed on,
Can spread like a disease.
A kept pity just to feed on,
Does nothing for nobody.
But keeps the air polluted,
With a negativity.