Thursday, December 11, 2014

Poem: Awakening

I rose early.Final "good night"
of my yesterday
becoming
today's first thought.
My heart knows
this place:
The home
that left me.
Good nights
good mornings
good hugs -
A mythology
of broken trust.
But here,
an unexpected shard
breaks through.
In this fourth hour
these Icarian wings
remember:
Good.


-me

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