The night is dark and cold.
I sit alone and think:
How long has it been since
The sun began to sink?
Its warmth now long forgot
As darkness claimed my world,
Slow stillness touching all,
In silence I am furled.
But night will reach its end
When tendrils first appear:
Bright fingers of the dawn
Caressing, soothing fear.
This is a lovely piece of writing. I hope you keep at it and find strength through it.
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Thank you for your kind words.
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It reminded me of a fern. Bud tightly curled, then slowly unfolding and catching the light.
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What a lovely image 😀
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