Daybreak

Daybreak

Daybreak

Day breaks,
heart aches-
mists of misery’s memory
creep into my waking soul.

Beauty fills
my heart until
sunlight burns sad moments
once recalled from beat to beat.

Gratitude,
the soul’s food-
bringing me back to love in light,
the seat of hope everlasting, bright.

Day breaks
the world wakes,
I whisper my truth to the wind,
embracing another day of pretend.

Glorious, anesthetic morning.

CKP
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What do you feel when you see a new sunrise?  New opportunity? Another day lost or a chance at success?  Beauty, miracle or just another day of work ahead?  Tell me what you think!