Pink waves roll over the dark sky,
Building, crashing into brilliant light—
Smashing into the night sky,
Shattering the darkness.
Some days I welcome the coming of morning. It’s a fresh new day ready for good things. But other days—perhaps when I’ve been in the darkness, the depths of hurt or confusion just a moment too long—the light blinds and hurts. In those first moments of clarity, it’s hard to admit, to claim my own darkness.
But the morning, as always, persists. And I blink, breathing deep, and stepping out once again onto the path set before me.