9/8/2015
The darkest night begins to yield
to a fresh auburn haze.
The morning sky whispers a subtle radiance,
welcoming the once-forgotten dawn.
So long I have been wandering, alone in Winter’s sorrow,
desperately drifting through this empty maze,
seeking sweet refuge in an elusive shoreline;
hopelessly begging to wake from this nightmare.
Too long I have conceded—
kneeling in defeat, surrendering to the night.
Left blind by the vanishing dusk, I accepted this dim reality,
refusing to see the light on the distant horizon.
Now as I open my eyes for the first time,
after my long Winter’s slumber,
I am greeted by the warm, gentle embrace of Spring—
breathing new life into my awakened soul.
No longer will I bow to the cold, suffocating night.
No more shall I drift without direction!
I, alone, set the course,
and if darkness should take over,
I will choose to steer toward the light.