Slightly I see the dawn,
When the thick dark is gone.
I see dew shining on the petals,
Golden sunlight enters the shadows,
Sparkling,
Glittering,
And soon looming.
Faintly I see the dawn,
Where I was buried in mourn.
I hear birds singing in the tree,
Flapping freely in the broader sky.
Screaming,
Yelling,
And then silencing.
Dimly I see the dawn,
Somehow with thicker dark around.
I remember someone saying,
It's darkest before the dawn.
Or,
The night is always the darkest before the day.
Waiting,
Expecting,
And then resting.
About the Creator
Lumi
I am rooted, but I flow.
Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts7 days ago in Longevity
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an amazing piece, loved a every bit of it