Dawn Again
Our Birth Day breaks,
pouring sand through quickened senses,
restoring shine to tarnished self-belief.
Wrapped in miracles we become anew
beautiful in a small animal way,
and stride with eyes lifted in purpose,
opposing damaged feet.
Our Birth Day breaks,
pouring sand through quickened senses,
restoring shine to tarnished self-belief.
Wrapped in miracles we become anew
beautiful in a small animal way,
and stride with eyes lifted in purpose,
opposing damaged feet.
john said,
February 3, 2013 at 7:47 pm
A beautiful poem. Very light, yet incredibly strong. Congrats again!
Julia Dean-Richards said,
February 4, 2013 at 11:09 pm
Thank you John, I’m wary of rhyme, but something to do with the swish swish swish of the dangerous hills of the mind made me do it