Broken Dawns

How many mornings

Awoken by tears

How many nights

Kept up by fears

How many times Death

Knocked at the door

Running away before

I could get there

“Come back!”

“You missed!”

Suffering is too great at times

To want to bear another minute

How many broken dawns cracked

Before day’s growing light

How many rivers flowed into the sea

Salty sadness running running

To the sea

Drowning in the waves of grief

Weighted down by guilt and shame

Longing only for relief

For someone to say my name

With love

What ungrateful, resentful steps

I took shrugging through those days

Looking only at my toes

Counting all my woes

Seeing only foes

I fell so many times

Lying on my back

Sprawled across the cracks

Splintered sidewalks sprouting weeds

Blue sky above me

So many hands helping me to my feet

So much love poured in and I

Well shielded watched it pour away again

There drummed a drum in time

Outside of these convincing temporary

Temporal constraints

I became a broken dawn

Unbearably made of light

Painfully awakening to my own role

In my plights

How through each shade of morning

I arise

I arise

Every broken dawn

Through each shade of mourning

I arise

A broken dawn

red flower near white flower during daytime
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