The day breaks

The day breaks

Slowly.

After a night when

Rest was more a trial

Than a comfort.

Dreams barely formed,

Were too fleeting,

With meanings

Hard to grasp

And easier to lose.

In the stillness

That falls around you

The ceiling, presses down

So tightly

It squeezes the air

Into empty pockets,

And in half light

Shadows make

Uncertain bedfellows.

Discarded clothes

Dance with the devil,

Bed sheets, damp with sweat

And suffocation

Become so constrictive

They are pushed away.

And you lie,

Close to the edge,

Exposed to the night,

Very still,

To create an illusion

Of restfulness.

As if it mattered.

And who knows

Maybe it does

As eventually

You feel the first

Blush of sun

And in its touch

The dead of night

Makes way for the

Living.

A new day,

The kiss of the wind,

And stale air

Dissipates into the

The sound of morning

Birds singing,

And children calling,

Finding life in the wonder

Of discovery.

As each day for them

Is more than

Just a symphony

Unfinished,

It is a new world.

And with this simple dawning

You begin,

To move

Further away,

From the hollow,

That holds the void

Of night time.