The light swells beyond the edge of the sky.
The ink sketched world
Slowly blooms again with color.
The fears that live in the dark,
Slide back with the retreat of the night.
I rise.
I was down,
Resting,
Recuperating,
Recovering.
Now I rise up.
I meet the gaze of those fears and they retreat.
My ink-sketched soul
Slowly blooms again with color.
I rise up.
I stretch, slowly and creakingly,
And the fears of the night retreat as I expand.
I rise up!
Rise up!
Rise up!
Here we go.
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Beautiful imagery and very well written! I could almost see the sunrise you were referring to.
i used to be like that 🙂
used to be so happy to see first light of dawn.
Seasons change, but then they change again. Hopefully, you’ll be happy to see sunrises again.
naah. the house where i live will never allow that pleasure- it is blocked on three sides, the fourth side is south.
Inspiring and awesome. It’s like reading a part of my thoughts. Rising up every day from within can be a challenge. So many obstacles. So many demands and responsibilities but luckily, we have our perfect remedies to get up and face the day!
I’m glad this one resonated with you.
no new post? where is your pen aka keyboard and muse?
I’d decided to take a break. I was concerned that I was writing just to post something and it was becoming shallow. The longer the break the more I wanted to come back with something awesome. That’s ego and fear. I will post something today good or bad. Thanks for holding me accountable.