Morning Never Breaks
It is said the morning breaks.
It doesn’t. It is too strong.
Hearts break. Our voices break.
Courage breaks. Even our will,
Our adamant, stiff-spined will,
The morning doesn’t break at all.
It leans against the night. It arrives
Like an army horsed, banners unfurled,
Shouting defiance at despair, bearing
The morning banishes night,
Pushes it to deep hiding places, blazes
Brightness into dark corners,
Until everything is revealed;
Everything is illuminated; everything is
I think, as with the poem I wrote yesterday, you will enjoy this poem more if you read it aloud, preferably early on a sunny day.
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