A morning sun, peering through darkening clouds
A promise of a new beginning, amidst storm shrouds
The trill of birdsong, behind thunder, cowed
A new day, drowned, yet moving on, though not in fashion bold.
One voice, many speakers, more speeches, no message
One message, but nary one listener, – speech in a wreckage
Dark thoughts, like the clouds – a presage
One life to save, amidst many to ignore – am I a vestige?
I feel love, the sun warms my being, I live!
Many obstacles, for sure, but so much to receive, and give
If this is confusion, my resolve is my sieve
To keep that which matters, lose the baggage – there’s my reprieve !
New energy found, I step up, strive on
Focused, enlivened, no more confusion
Marked, marred, yet unfazed, fresh like the dawn
Born, reborn, I am new again, today’s fawn.
– Mani