I’ve changed…I’ve grown…I believe!

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Once, I was a “Morning” kind of person,

Filled with energy, of myself, I was certain,

Armed with a smile on my face,

Sorrow and pain, there was not a trace,

Each day, I looked forward to begin,

Troubles of the past I chucked in the bin,

The rising sun, brought a bright new morn’

My spirits restored, my tiredness gone,

The passing night, my fears I hid,

To my failures, a farewell I bid.

 

I believed I was now,  no longer that “Morning” person,

As I awaited the dark , to pull down the curtain,

To shut the door and to feel the silence,

And then in the peace and the quiet, alone with my conscience,

I was content that another day had gone by,

And I’d thank the stars, with a tired sigh,

With no knowledge of what tomorrow may bring,

In the solitude, my heart did sing,

For a day that was done and one I did survive,

For the gift of night so I may halt, my spirits to revive.

 

Then one day, when I awoke,

By the window, a gentle stroke,

A big yellow ball slowly rose,

I craned my neck and pressed my nose,

Against the glass, as it did rise,

Banishing the darkness, making me wise,

Telling me I was still that “Morning” person,

And of Myself alone, I could be certain!

 

 

 

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Until you came into my life,

And

6 comments

    1. Thanks Andrea. Age, experiences may change how we feel and look at things but we need to be certain of ourselves. The sun reminded me that, no matter what, it rises. Thank u for your encouragement

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