The Light of Morning

The light of morning doesn’t always come at dawn.

It doesn’t always come in a twenty-four hour cycles

It can come in childhood,

And leave another entire phase of life in the darkness.

It can linger, like a thick fog, frozen in the air against your skin.

Darkness is isolating and heavy,

But the morning light is sharp and persistent.

The light doesn’t wait for you to reach out.

If you cannot move, just hope, in the smallest way,

Even after a lifetime,

The light of a new morning can find you.

Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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