Again
I’m watching the sun rise again.
the millionth time now,
over the horizon where lights bend.
another sleepless night
that never seems to end.
even in exhaustion,
my mind moves and shifts,
the currents colliding,
there’s a war here, within,
beneath the dark circles,
and in every spoken sin.
The sun rises,
as orange waves move upon the sky.
Light cradles the clouds,
I stare and hope to find,
what I’ve been looking for,
in all this time-
a motivation, a reason to fight,
for anymore,
I feel as though I am moving in lines,
drawn only by a will; a crawl to survive,
on my knees,
begging for a truth,
praying for a sign,
and yet the image fades
as the light takes the sky.
I see the colors changing now,
reality is shifting hues.
The morning air and waking noises
slowly leak into the room,
as silence fades away,
taking the old,
followed quickly by the new.
Tomorrow has come
from the soil of today,
and I look to the fruits,
wrought by the past
and see that they are bruised.
But to deny this gift, this sprouting day-
that is how I’ll lose.
So I will watch the heavens open.
I’ll see it rise as the night bends.
I’ll take this chance,
this fleeting moment,
and I will start again.