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.