Before Dawn

I wake. Earlier than anyone I love. Dreading to move but I know that the dreams I have will not be mine unless I get out of bed. It is still dark out. When I open the door in the early morning of darkness it takes me back. I am a child. Wandering outside while everyone was sleeping just to catch a glimpse of the Moon. I had a bad dream. Then, I was not afraid of the dark. Then, I did not know darkness as I do now. I come to and recollect my intentions. The door is open. I tense up. Holding my breath. There are monsters out there.

Welcome

I write about the breeze

The beauty that sets over the seas

From one coast to the next

I express a moment with my pen

I write about the joy

The loss where I gained hope

To the silence of a structured bitter end

The pride of a smile

A shadow of a dream

Life beckons