4/10/19

My morning has arrived.
The ambience felt stale.
I drew back the curtains and came face to face with a witches stare.
I looked away shocked and started to look for where my answers dwell.
This can't be the way, I have only my hopes to spare.

This room holds despondency, less in it than there was the day before.
No, I do not dare to turn around because I knew I would have to meet it's icy glare.

I begin to walk faster, calling out into this empty cathedral.
It seems my voice is not loud enough for these state of affairs.

....It's presence confuses me. Ah, it reaches it's hand out with the gift to haunt.
As if a friend was inviting me home, to run with him throughout summer again as kids, from dusk until dawn.

I reject his gaze and I find that a new morning has greeted me with it's sunrise painted red.
I feel a smile rise within me.
I've reigned victorious again.