Morning will come in the form
Of sunrise
And stars
Or soft-spoken words
When you wake me up from
The deep slumber of
Night.
Like light exists to the blind
I can find solace
In the Arctic night
From a glow in the sky
Wishing on a star.
Your light
Is the ledge that keeps me from falling
A helping hand I so often need
Your light gives me
Hope
A glimpse of
Maybe
Someday I can stand not alone,
But on my own.
YOU ARE READING
still sinking
PoetryIf the monsters of my mind manifested into poetry, there are no greater weapons than the words I write to defeat them. We've all been through dark times so let me take you through mine.
