In the Morning by J Child
Standing in the blackness,
The cold and rain showing mocking restraint
I wonder how I got here again
Did I, all this time, remain?
Held in abeyance?
Fearing to embrace the chance
Of a different path?
Enclosed now by a substantial gate,
Five bars diverting my fate
Not so my gaze
Held by the incandescent haze.
Somebody left on the light
Illuminating the night
With all the darling days now dimmed.
Stagnant, I stand below
A captive to the sulphur glow
And yet I know
That there is a season for everything
And time passes fleeting on her feathered wings;
I must now go.
A new day on the horizon is dawning
And hope grows with the burgeoning light
For, although weeping endures for a night
Such joy cometh in the morning.
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