The Voices of My Soul

Dawn

I know I'm not worthy

I know you snicker behind my back.

I definitely don't wear a jersey.

I can't form a plan of attack.

You have pushed me down

You have made me weak.

Because of you, I often wear a frown

At least once of twice a week.

But a new day will come

And I will smile wider than ever before

My heart will sing to the beat of the drum

Like the old stories lore.

My story will go on

In the light of the dawn.

~jj.ballard