
4am is the in-between;
the time right before the dawn,
the time right before the earth wakes up
and is bathed in golden hues.
It is the hour of the undecided;
of those who toe the line between
fully waking or fully falling back asleep.
4am is the hour of those who weep
for lost lovers; a time for the lonely
to reminisce about the past so heavily,
their bones creak at the weight of it all.
It is when the formation of unanswered questions
begins; the time when fear creeps in through the cracks,
slowly unravelling the work of yesterday’s healing.
4am is also for the romantics that wake and
whisper their wishes upon the last stars of the night.
It is for those that make love seemingly in secret,
while others lay dormant and remain in their sea of dreamscapes.
4am is the witching hour;
the time for the hopeful and the believers;
a time for magic and for balance,
and when anything is possible!
About the Creator
Chickadee
Novice free verse poet and writer.
Loves include but are not limited to: music, books, video games, the beach, etc..



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